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At thy feet, our God and father Who hast blessed us all our days,
We with grateful hearts would gather To begin the day with praise;
Praise for light so brightly shining On our steps from heaven above;
Praise for mercies daily twining Round us golden cords of love.


Jesus for thy love most tender On the cross for sinners shown,
We would praise thee and surrender All our hearts to be thine own.
With so blest a friend provided, We upon our way should go;
Sure of being safely guided, Guarded well from every foe.


Every day shall be the brighter, When thy gracious face we see;
Every burden will be lighter When we know it comes from thee.
Spread thy love's broad banner o'er us, Give us strength to serve and wait,
Till thy glory breaks before us Through the city's open 'gate.