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24 When my Strength and Pow'r decreases,

Or is quite to Nothing come.

Then my Father calls me home,

And himself to Aid me pleases.

All things to.

Th' Heav'n and Earth and all their Treasure,

Made he for my Benefit:

E'ry Space my Eye can measure

Yields me Profit or Delight.

Beasts, and Herbs, and Fruitful Earing,

In the Bottoms, on the Hills,

What the Air, or Ocean fills;

Ev'ry where my Food appearing.

All things to.

In Sleep, Death's Preludious warning,

He my Fainting Life supplys.

Grace and Mercy ev'ry Morning

Constant as the Sun arise.

I in this Worlds Errant-Mazes,

Dangerous Gulfs, and Rocks unseen,

Lost and overwhelm'd had been,

But for thy Indulgent Graces,

All things to.

O how many sad Afflictions,

Rais'd up by the Enemy,

Providential Restrictions

Have with-held from hurting me?

The Mid-night and Noon-day Evil

Fly before th' Angelick Band,

That around me Guardians stand:

Michael still Controuls the Devil.

All things to.