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HY MNS by Mr. ADDISON.
HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care ;
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Tho' in the paths of death I tread,
Tho’in a bare and rigged way,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile :
HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising foul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm loft
In wonder, love, and praisu:
O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
But thou canst read it there.
Thy Providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redrest, When in the filent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breaft.
To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To form themselves in pray r.
Uonumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
When in the flipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless feps 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 fickness, oft haft thou
With health renewd my face, And when in fins and sorrows sunk, Reviv'd
foul with grace.
Thy boanteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend
Haş doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Thro' every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.
Thro' all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise, For oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
H E spacious firmament on high,
With all the bluc ethereal sky,
Soon as th' ev'ning shades prevail,
What though, in solemn filence, all