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Lord! I would own thy tender care, And all thy love to me;

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Lord, in the morning thou shalt

hear

My voice as -cending high; To thee will I di

rect my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye.

Al-migh-ty Fath -er! Ι

am weak, But

thou wilt strengthen me, If, from my heart, I

humbly seek For help and light from thee.

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There's not a tint that paints the rose, Or

decks the lily fair, Or streaks the humblest

flower that grows, But God has placed it there.

Will God, who made the earth and sea, The

night, and shining day, Regard a little

child like me, And listen when

I pray

?