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GOD of my life, through all my days My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise; My song shall wake with opening light, And cheer the dark and silent night. |
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2 | When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my troubled breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. |
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3 | When death o’er nature shall prevail, And all the powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak. |
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4 | But O, when that last conflict’s o’er And I am chained to earth no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies! |
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5 | Soon shall I learn exalted strains Which echo through the heavenly plains; And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round the throne. |
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6 | This cheerful tribute will I give Long as a deathless soul shall live; A work so sweet, a theme so high, Demands and crowns eternity. |
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Philip Doddridge, 1702-51 |