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Tender Care

C.M.

P. M. Atchley

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When all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.

Unnumbered comforts to my soul,

Thy tender care bestowed,

Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed.

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