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68 Ward

In all my vast concerns with thee, 
In vain my soul would try 
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee 
The notice of thine eye.

Thy allsurrounding sight surveys 
My rising and my rest, 
My public walks, my private ways, 
And secrets of my breast.

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