Thine, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone
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Thine, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone;Justice and truth before thee stand:Yet, nearer to thy sacred throneMercy withholds thy lifted hand.
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Each evening shows thy tender love,Each rising morn thy plenteous grace;Thy wakened wrath doth slowly move,Thy willing mercy flies apace.
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To thy benign, indulgent care,Father, this light, this breath, we owe;And all we have, and all we are,From thee, great Source of being, flow.
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Thrice Holy! thine the kingdom is,The power omnipotent is thine;And when created nature dies,Thy never-ceasing glories shine.