A THANKSGIVING.
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Still let me love Thee! where Thy Glory dwelleth,
And where Thy praise is heard, there let me be!
When to the heavens the sacred anthem swelleth,
O, lift my soul triumphantly to Thee!
Still let me trust Thee! though the path before me
Be full of vexing cares or wild alarms;
Still let the mantle of Thy love be o'er me,
Uphold me with Thine everlasting arms!
And where Thy praise is heard, there let me be!
When to the heavens the sacred anthem swelleth,
O, lift my soul triumphantly to Thee!
Still let me trust Thee! though the path before me
Be full of vexing cares or wild alarms;
Still let the mantle of Thy love be o'er me,
Uphold me with Thine everlasting arms!
