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When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man.
Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,
More to be fear'd than they.
When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face, And when in sins and sorrows funk,
Reviv'd my foul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithsul friend
Has doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts.
My daily thanks employ,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Thro' every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew.
D 6 Whers
When nature fails, and day and night
My ever-gratesul heart, O Lord,
Thro' all eternity to thee
A joysul song I'll raise, For oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise*
THE spacious sirmament on high,
Soon as th' ev'ning shades prevail,
What thou, in solemn silence, all
The DAY of JUDGMENT,
By Mr. Ooilvie,
COME, heav'nly muse, my raptur'd soul inspire,
6! while I mount along th' etherial way,