HYMN. Mary Alcock (née Cumberland) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T86344 Alcock [née Cumberland], Mary, 1741?–1798. Poems, &c. &c. by the Late Mrs. Mary Alcock [poems only]. London Printed for C. Dilly, Poultry 1799 pp. 102-104. vii,[25],183,[1]p.

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HYMN . To thee , all powerful and supreme , I tune my grateful lays , When such , and so divine , the theme , How weak is mortal praise ! Yet pardon , if in humble verse My 'enraptur'd soul aspire , Thy wond'rous goodness to rehearse , Thy greatness to admire . Let my o'erflowing heart discharge In prayer and praise to thee Some small return for gifts so large Bestow'd each day on me . Ah , what am I , that thou should'st deign To visit my sad heart ? And why vouchsafe , when I complain , Such solace to impart ? 'Tis in the words of life I meet A cure for every grief , 'Tis ever to thy mercy-feat I fly to seek relief . I find it there , I feel a flame Within my bosom glow , I call upon my Saviour's name , And triumph over woe . Vain is the world's unkindness , vain Misfortune's utmost spite , Whilst still I keep 'midst grief and pain Thy mercies in my sight . I know that my Redeemer lives , I know that He can save , Let Him take back the life he gives , I'll seek Him in the grave .