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Burn thereon sweet incense every morning.
Exodus 30:7.
I praise thy name, O God of Light,
For rest and safety through the night;
Beneath thy wing securely kept,
I closed my eyes and sweetly slept.
2 Redeemed from weariness, I rise
To greet the light with cheerful eyes;
And with the birds on joyful wing,
My soul would rise, and sweetly sing.
3 I thank thee, Lord, for all thy care,
For all the blessings that I share—
Life, reason, health, and home, and friends,
And every gift thy goodness sends.
4 O let me never, never cease
To cherish trust and thankfulness:
From thee, thou Maker of my frame,
Each undeservéd blessing came.
5 As numberless as stars of heaven,
Are the rich bounties thou hast given;
And fresh as dews, and sweet as flowers,
The love that smiles on all my hours.
6 O let me to thy altar bring
A pure and grateful offering;
And let my thanks, as incense, rise
In Christ, a pleasing sacrifice.