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120 If friendless, in a vale of tears I stray, Where briars wound, and thorns perplex my way, Still let my steady soul thy goodness see, And with strong confidence lay hold on thee; With equal eye my various lot receive, Resigned to die, or resolute to live ; Prepared to kiss the sceptre or the rod, While God is seen in all, and all in God. I read his awful name, emblazoned high With golden letters on the illumined sky; Nor less the mystic characters I see Wrought in each flower, inscribed in every tree; In every leaf that trembles to the breeze I hear the voice of God among the trees; With thee in shady solitudes I walk, With thee in busy crowded cities talk; In every creature own thy forming power, In each event thy providence adore.