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His tender mercies are over all his works.
Psalm 145:9.
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess;
Thy goodness we adore:
A spring whose blessings never fail;
A sea without a shore.
2 Sun, moon, and stars thy love attest
In every golden ray;
Love draws the curtains of the night,
And love brings back the day.
3 Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields,
With joyful clusters loads the vines,
With strengthening grain the fields.
4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,
Is in the gospel seen;
There, like a sun, thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.
5 There, pardon, peace, and holy joy,
Through Jesus’ name are given;
He on the cross was lifted high,
That we might reign in heaven.
Gibbons.