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When I survey life's varied scene,
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| 1. | When I survey life's varied scene, |
| | Amid the darkest hours |
| | Sweet rays of comfort shine between |
| | And thorns are mixed with flowers. |
| 2. | Lord, teach me to adore Thy hand, |
| | >From whence my comforts flow, |
| | And let me in this desert land |
| | A glimpse of glory know. |
| 3. | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss |
| | Thy sovereign hand denies, |
| | Accepted at Thy throne of grace, |
| | Let this petition rise: |
| 4. | Give me a calm, a thankful heart, |
| | >From every murmur free; |
| | The blessings of Thy grace impart, |
| | And let me live to Thee. |
| 5. | Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine |
| | My life and death attend, |
| | Thy presence through my journey shine, |
| | And crown my journey's end. |