O Thou! whose power o`er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine. `Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast With silent confidence and holy rest; From thee, great God! we spring; to thee we bend; Path, motive, guide, original, and end.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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