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And, dampt with omen of our own decease,
graves. Tread under-foot their agonies and groans ; Frustrate their anguish, and destroy their deaths ?
H Y MNS
HYMNS by Mr. ADDISON.
PROVIDE N C E.
HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care ;
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Tho' in the paths of death I tread,
Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising foul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm loft
In wonder, love, and praise :
O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
But thou canst read it there.
Thy Providence my life fustain'd,
And all my wants redrest, When in the filent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To form themselves in pray’r.
Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my
infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd.
When When in the flipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man.
Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,
More to be fear'd than they.
When worn with sickness, oft haft thou
With health renew'd my face, And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv’d my soul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Thro' every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
The glorious theme renew.
When When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore,
Thro' all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise, For oh ! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
HE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
Soon as th' ev'ning Mades prevail, The moon takes
the wondrous tale,