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Hymn 345: While saints and angels, glorious King
HYMN CCCXLV.
While and angels, glorious King, Day without night Thy praises sing; Thou wilt not humbler strains despise, The songs of children reach the skies.
Amidst the whole creation's cares, The meanest worm Thy bounty shares; Thine eyes the depths of ocean see, The grave itself hides not from Thee.
While want and hardships were our lot, Thou knew'st us, though we knew Thee not; Now we adore Thine hand that sends, Our earthly comforts, home, and friends.
With these Thy heavenly gifts afford, Thy Son, Thy Spirit, and Thy Word:-- Thy Word to teach our wayward youth, Thy pure commandments, God of truth!--
Thy Spirit to dispel the night Of sin and error, God of light!-- Thy Son, to raise our minds above This world's affections, God of love!
For all the good Thy imparts, What shall we give Thee?--take our hearts: O seal them by Thy power divine, In life, in death, for ever Thine.