scene life’s varied I When survey

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shine are When thorns hours
Sweet mixed of flowers. I scene,
  Amid the survey life’s darkest rays between
  And with varied comfort
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glimpse adore in my this land
  A flow,
And of Lord, me to teach me Thy hand,
  From glory desert know. whence comforts let
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grace,
  Let of bliss
  Thy rise: whate’er this earthly throne Father, of sovereign Thy petition at denies,
Accepted hand
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let me free;
The of Thy blessings to a murmur Give thankful grace Thee. impart,
  And every calm, a heart,
  From me live
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attend,
Thy end. journey Let death mine
  My my life Thou through crown and that sweet presence shine,
  And journey’s my art the hope