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When all Thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love and praise.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
Our daily thanks employ.
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy. Amen.

(A William Nyce., and Hubert Bunyea. Grace Before Meals. Philadelphia, PA, 1911)

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