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At early dawn, I climb the hills,
While clearest skies are o'er me;
As free and joyous as the rills,
That sparkling dance before me.
Below me, in the pleasant vale,

I see the lambkins springing,
And echoing from hill and dale,
The birds are sweetly singing

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When evening shades around are drawn,
And starry heavens are o'er me,
With joy, I hasten through the lawn,
To greet the scenes before me.
And when I reach my happy home,
Where peace and joy are blended,
I love to bless the Guardian Power,
Whose care o'er all's extended.

'Mid the summer's sultry day, When the hot winds round us play, We should sink, the fever's prey,

And revive no more.

But the dark cloud fills the skies,
And the vivid lightning flies:
When the cooling winds arise,
And our pains are o'er.

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When the black cloud rises high,
When it spreads along the sky,
When the forked lightnings fly,
And the thunders roar-
Never will I feel alarm,

God can shield me from all harm;
In the sunshine or the storm,

Him will I adore.