Hymn Written Sunday February 11th, 1798 by Robert Anderson

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Hymn Written Sunday February 11th, 1798 by Robert Anderson
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To thee what praises can I give Thou great Creator, Lord of all Whose goodness 'tis that man shall live Whose will it is that man shall fall Around where'er I cast mine eyes They pleas'd behold thy works divine; My daily wants thy hand supplies-- Then, O! what praises, Lord, are thine Whose heav'nly light the soul can cheer When earthly sorrows on me press; Whose voice is to the sinner dear And makes his pond'rous load seem less Since life, O Lord, is but a span And soon we mingle with the dust; Since thine's the power, how blest is man Who in such goodness puts his trust Why doth weak mortals weep at fate Why murmur at thy holy will; Thy servant, whatsoe'er my state Teach me to be contended still Keep me from Vice and all her train Who seem forgetful of thy word; Keep me from Pride and Grandeur vain And may each hour be thine, O Lord Forgive me if I chance to stray And let me to thy path return; There guide me in thy holy way Till life's short taper cease to burn
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- Robert Anderson