Lord, when my raptured thought surveys
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Lord, when my raptured thought surveys
Creation's beauties o'er,
All nature joins to teach thy praise
And bid my soul adore.
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Where'er I turn my gazing eyes,
Thy radiant footsteps shine;
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise,
And speak their source divine.
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On me thy providence has shone
With gentle, smiling rays;
O let my lips and life make known
Thy goodness and thy praise!