Lord, when my raptured thought surveys
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Lord, when my raptured thought surveysCreation's beauties o'er,All nature joins to teach thy praiseAnd 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 shoneWith gentle, smiling rays;O let my lips and life make knownThy goodness and thy praise!