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And, dampt with omen of our own decease,
HYMNS by Mr. ADDISON.
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,
THEN 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 sustain'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 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 halt thou
face, And when in fins 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 giftş
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 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.
THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal fky, ·
Soon as th' ev'ning shades prevail, The moon takes
the wondrous tale,