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From my soul I send my savior
Great Creater! bow thine ear;
Thou, for whose propitions sway
The world was taught to see the day,
Who shake its beauties in the sun,
With pleasures thy creatures view
And would with good affection too,
Good affection sweetly free, loose from,
O teach me due returnsn to give,
And to the glory let me live!
And then my days shall shine the more,
Perhaps more [bleied?] than before.