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To God I sent my cry;
And graciously reply.
For Thee, the living Lord;
Thy never-failing Word.
To spy the dawning day.
No bounds His mercy knows ; [whence The plenteous source and spring from
Eternal succour flows.
Whose friendly streams to us
Supplies in want convey; A healing spring, a spring to cleansc, And wash our guilt away.
The voice of my complaint!
Who could Thy sentence bear?
Thy righteous truth may fear.
I wait with trustful eyes ;
+ ANGELS' SONG. 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8.
ORLANDO GIBBONS. Died, 1625.
CXXXIII. (II.) O
BLESS'D estate! bless'd from above! 'Tis like the pearls of dew that drop
When brethren join in mutual love. On Hermon's ever-fragrant top; 'Tis like the precious odours shed Or which the smiling heavens distil On consecrated Aaron's head,
On happy Sion's sacred hill. Which trickled from his beard and breast, For God hath there His favours placed, Down to the borders of his vest.
And joy, which shall for ever last.