Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me?
Isaac Watts
The wise will make their anger cool At least before 'tis night
anger
And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.
faults
gifts
When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
farewell
For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.
mischief
No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found.
curses
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