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I LOVE my feeble voice to raise In humble pray'r and ardent praise |
Till my rapt soul attains that height When all is glory and delight. |
I LOVE to read the book of Heav'n |
Which Grace to fall'n man has giv'n; |
Where evr'y page and evr'y line Proclaims its origin divine. |
I LOVE that consecrated Fane |
United with my brethren there We hear the word and join in pray'r. |
I LOVE to join the pious few And there the covenant renew, |
Recount our joys, relate our grief And jointly ask from GOD relief. |
I LOVE to view domestic bliss Bound with the ligature of peace, |
Where Parents - Children - All agree To tune the lute of harmony. |
I LOVE the morning's roseate ray, I bless the glorious march of day, |
And when the lulling ev'ning comes I love the night amidst its glooms. |
I LOVE to anticipate the day When the freed spirit wings its way |
To the Jerusalem above Where reigns 'th eternal SOURCE of LOVE. |
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