That I may own Thy love in all!
I cannot see the flow’rets blow,
All sparkling from the summer showers,
But I can breathe their sweet perfume,
And bless the God who made the flowers.
O Lord, each murmuring thought control,
Let no repining tear-drop fall,
Pour holy light upon my soul,
That I may own Thy love in all!
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