HYMN. How kind in all his works and ways Must our Creator be! I learn a subject for his praise In every thing I see. Ten thousand creatures by his hand, Were formed at first from clay ; His skill their diff’rent natures plann’d And they his voice obey. He condescends to do them good, And pities when they cry; For all their wants are understood By bis attentive eye. And when our broken spirit turns, And would from sin depart, The God of mercy never spurns An humble contrite heart.
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