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Song 5.

Praise for birth and education in a Christian land.


Great God, to thee my voice I raise,

To thee my youngest hours belong:

I would begin my life with praise,

Till growing years improve the song.

’Tis to thy sovereign grace I owe

That I was born on Christian ground;

Where streams of heavenly mercy flow,

And words of sweet salvation sound.


I would not change my native land

For rich Peru, with all her gold:

A nobler prize lies in my hand

Than east or western Indies hold.

How do I pity those that dwell

Where ignorance and darkness reign!

They know no heaven—they fear no hell—

That endless joy—that endless pain.

Thy glorious promises, O Lord,

Kindle my hopes and my desire:

While all the preachers of thy word

Warn me t’ escape eternal fire.

Thy praise shall still employ my breath,

Since thou hast mark’d my way to heaven,

Nor will I run the road to death,

And waste the blessings thou hast given.

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