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I will praise thee with my whole heart.
Psalm 9:1.
O Father! though the anxious fear
May cloud to-morrow’s way,
No fear nor doubt shall enter here;
All shall be thine to-day.
2 We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at thy shrine;
But each unworthy thought departs,
And leaves this temple thine.
3 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born;
Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.