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I: Almighty King! whose wondrous hand / Supports the weight of sea and land, / Whose grace is such a boundless store / No heart shall break that sighs for more, / II: Thy providence supplies my food, / And 'tis thy blessing makes it good; / My soul is nourish'd by thy word / Let soul and body praise the Lord.
III: My streams of outward comfort came / From him, who built this earthly frame; / Whate'er I want his bounty gives,
IV: Either his hand preserves from pain, / Or, if I feel it, heals again; / From Satan's malice shields my breast, / Or over-rules it for the best.
V: Forgive the song that falls so low / Beneath the gratitude I owe!
It means thy praise, however poor --
An angel's song can do no more.