EN 1133 Eternal Source of Every Joy
Ps.65.11
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Eternal source of every joy,
Well may Thy praise our lips employ,
While in Thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year.
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Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole:
The sun is taught by Thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.
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The flowery spring, at Thy command,
Perfumes the air and paints the land;
The summer days with vigor shine,
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
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Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, softened by Thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.
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Seasons and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid,
With opening light and evening shade.
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Here in Thy house shall incense rise,
And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes,
Still we will make Thy mercies known
Around Thy board, around our own.
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O may our more harmonious tongue
In worlds unknown pursue the song;
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more!

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