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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 Providence!"
