My God, my King, thy various praise
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My God, my King, thy various praiseShall fill the remnant of my days,Thy love shall tune my thankful tongueWith humble prayer and grateful song.
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The wings of every hour shall bearSome thankful tribute to thine ear;And every setting sun shall seeNew works of duty done for thee.
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Let distant climes and nations raiseThe long succession of thy praise;And every kindred make thy songThe joy and triumph of their tongue.