Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess
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Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess,
Thy goodness we adore;
A spring whose blessings never fail,
A sea without a shore.
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Sun, moon, and stars, thy love attest
In every cheerful ray;
Love draws the curtain of the night,
And love restores the day.
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Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields;
With joyful clusters bend the vines,
With harvests wave the fields.
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But chiefly thy compassions, Lord,
Are in the gospel seen;
There like the sun, thy mercies shine
Without a cloud between.