When I with pleasing wonder stand
and all my frame survey,
Lord, ‘tis thy work, I own thy hand.
Thus built my humble clay.
Our life contains a thousand springs
and dies if one be gone.
Strange that a harp of thousand strings
should keep in tune so long.
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