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 XLIX.

"Accept, O Lord! our thanks for mercies past; Thou wast our cloud by day, our fire by night, While yet we journeyed through the dreary vast;  Thou Canaan more than givest to our sight;—  Lord! 'tis possessed, not seen from Pisgah's height. We deeply feel this high beneficence;  And ages hence our children shall recite Of Thy protecting grace their Father's sense, And, when they name their Home, Proclaim Thy !"