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Burn thereon sweet incense every morning.
Exodus 30:7.
I praise thy name, O God of Light, For rest and safety through the night; Beneath thy wing securely kept, I closed my eyes and sweetly slept. | 2 Redeemed from weariness, I rise To greet the light with cheerful eyes; And with the birds on joyful wing, My soul would rise, and sweetly sing. | 3 I thank thee, Lord, for all thy care, For all the blessings that I share— Life, reason, health, and home, and friends, And every gift thy goodness sends. | 4 O let me never, never cease To cherish trust and thankfulness: From thee, thou Maker of my frame, Each undeservéd blessing came. | 5 As numberless as stars of heaven, Are the rich bounties thou hast given; And fresh as dews, and sweet as flowers, The love that smiles on all my hours. | 6 O let me to thy altar bring A pure and grateful offering; And let my thanks, as incense, rise In Christ, a pleasing sacrifice. | |