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Hymn #505: Eternal Source Of Ev'Ry Joy

Hymn #504 Hymn #506

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505 (L.M.) Philip Doddridge

Eternal Source of ev'ry joy,

Well may Thy praise our lips employ,

While in Thy temple we appear

To hail Thee Sov'reign of the year.

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.

The flow'ry spring at Thy command

Perfumes the air and paints the land.

The summer rays with vigor shine

To raise the corn and cheer the vine.

Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours

Through all our coasts redundant stores,

And winters, softened by Thy care,

No more a dreary aspect wear.

Seasons and months, and weeks and days,

Demand successive songs of praise,

And be the grateful homage paid,

With morning light and ev'ning shade.

Here in Thy house let incense rise,

And sweet devotion bless our eyes,

'Til to those lofty heights we soar,

Where days and years revolve no more.

Hymn #504 Hymn #506