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Let the sweet work of prayer and praise
Employ my youngest breath :
Thus I'm prepar'd for longer days,
Or fit for early death.

After Service
I.
Father of Mercies! still to thee
With thankful hearts we bend the knee,
And bring thee songs of praise :
In Thee, thy children ever find
A Friend, all-powerful, constant, kind,
That crowns with joy their days.

II.
Weak and imperfect is our song ;
For, how shall mortal's erring tongue
Thy Majesty address?
Yet dost thy know each want and care,
Ere we can sigh them forth in prayer,
And willing art to bless.

III.
Thy guardian care around us spread ;
From snares that fill the path we tread,
Protect our feeble youth :
May we, through infancy and age,
Take for our constant guide the page
Of thine Eternal Truth. 
 

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