Keep silence all created things,
And wait your maker’s nod;
My soul stands trembling, while she sings
The honors of her God,
His providence unfolds the book,
And makes his counsels shine;
Each op’ning leaf, and ev’ry stroke
Fulfills some deep design.

In thy fair book of life and grace,
O may I find my name
Recorded in some humble place
Beneath my Lord the lamb!
My God, I would not long to see
My fate with curious eyes,
What gloomy lines are writ for me,
Or what bright scenes may rise.

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