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"O hone a rie'
O hone a rie
"The pride of Albin's line is o'er,
And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree;

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,        Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,    Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,        And so turns wine to water back again

Lord Lundy from his earliest
Was far too freely moved to Tears
For instance if his Mother said,"Lundy
It's time to go to Bed

Fairfax, whose Name in Arms through Europe rings, And fills all Mouths with Envy or with Praise, And all her Jealous Monarchs with Amaze
And Rumours loud which daunt remotest Kings,
Thy firm unshaken Valour ever brings Victory home, whil...

Quiet,
Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild;
Upright, simple, free from art,

How fresh,
O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns
ev'n as the flowers in spring;     To which, besides their own demean,
The late-past frosts tributes of pleasures bring

The Lord my pasture shall
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants
And guard me with a watchful eye;

Whatever is a devotee'scaste, clan, family, or name,
Rama's love for him is the same
Beggar and kingare one to him
Say, of what caste could

O Lord, our father,
Our young patriots, idols of our hearts,
Go forth to battle - be Thou near them
With them, in spirit, we also go

Must noble Hastings immaturely die,
The honour of his ancient family,
Beauty and learning thus together meet,
To bring a winding for a wedding sheet

O Lord, the hope of Israel, all they that
Thee shall be ashamed ;  and they that depart
Thee, shall be written in the earth, because they haveforsaken the Lord, the fountain of living waters
Heal me,

O Lord, we come this
Knee-bowed and
Before Thy throne of grace
O Lord--this morning--Bow our hearts beneath our knees,