frame, Through all the world how great art thou,How glorious is thy name.

Dispel the sorrows from our minds, The darkness from our eyes.

O! may

we all remember well, The night of death draws near.

mer - cy seat! Yet who that knows the worth of

My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new ;

And morning mercies from above, Gently distil like early dew.

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Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven, Feed me, till I want no more.

MEDFIELD. C. M.

Mather.

er thine;