SONG OF GRATITUDE.

Who bade to light the morning skies,

The glorious orb of day to rise?--

Who first the waves of ocean curl'd,

And roll'd its waters round the world?--

Who bade the soil the harvest yield

And deck'd the flow'rets of the field--

From Chaos this terrestrial ball

Call'd into life?----The GOD of all.

HE, within whose almighty hands

Humility supported stands,

Who with his _own_ bestow'd _our_ breath

And saved us from eternal death.

To him then let us joyous raise

The song of gratitude and praise,

And bless him, that his bounties flow,

In endless streams to all below;

And that his boundless grace has given,

To man--a final rest in heaven.

A.

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