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It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
And calms the troubled breast ;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

Der name ! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place ;
My never-failing treas'ry fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.

By thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defil'd ;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am own'd a child.

Jesus my shepherd, husband, friend,
My prophet, priest, and King :
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought ;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath :
And may the music of they name
Refresh my soul in death. 

ON ETERNITY.
CAN Newton's pupils tell, ere time be past, 
How many hours eternity will last?
Can he who scanned the holy [[footnote1]] say,
When sets the SUN of eternal day ?
Or can Jehovah, heav'n's omniscient King,
Say when his holy angels cease to sing ?

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[[footnote 1]]: Rev. xxi. 15. [[/footnote 1]]