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He knows that all to infinite good is tending;
His Fear are mortal & his is of mortal origin – hope passes divine:

His Spirit soars above the stars of heaven;
He sees While all rolls onward to its great design,
And leaves the rest to God. He rests in God's high promise – In His own portion
Beauty & usefulness are peaceably assured So makes thoughts what is best sweetly & wisest, – best applied
Even as the summers fairest purest blossoms
Bring in the richest fruit in Autumn's tide.

That good alone can satisfy the spirit
Which our exertions help us to obtain,
Nature gives opportunities, – but blessing gives means of bliss – but bliss is gathered
Is our own work – By our own toil – all work toil besides is vain

Thee would I worship with a pure devotion
Thee would I serve to life's remotest bourn
Tho' joy & sorrow – Thro' hoe & fear thro varying joy & sorrow
To thee in spirit & truth would turn –
So let my life's last evening smile serenely
All my work done – & all my labors blest
One parting glance look upon these scenes so lovely
A thousand thanks – & a soft night of rest.

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Image	002	Titles	sunday evening
Category	collectanea	Number of Pages	2
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