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1780–1832

HYMN.

Thomas Gent

Sacred, and heart-deep be the sound Which speaks the Great Redeemer's praise, His mercies every where abound, Let all their grateful voices raise.

The friendless child, to manhood grown, Will ne'er forget your parent care; You've made each youthful heart your own, Oh! then accept our humble prayer.

For ever be that bounty praised, Which every comfort doth impart; In tears of joy the song is raised From minstrels of the glowing heart.

Glory to Thee, all-bounteous Power! In notes of thankfulness be given; Sure solace in affliction's hour! Our hope on Earth, our bliss in Heaven.

Hallelujah! Amen.

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