A Grace Before Dinner.

    O thou, who kindly dost provide
        For every creature's want!
    We bless thee, God of Nature wide,
        For all thy goodness lent:
    And if it please thee, Heavenly Guide,
        May never worse be sent;
    But, whether granted or denied,
        Lord bless us with content!
                    Amen.

Robert Burns

Robert Burns, also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire, and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. Born on January 25, 1759, in Alloway, he is best known for works such as 'Auld Lang Syne,' 'Scots Wha Hae,' and 'A Red, Red Rose.' He passed away on July 21, 1796, in Dumfries.

Robert Burns

Song Of Death.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

O Wha Is She That Loves Me.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

On Sensibility. To My Dear And Much Honoured Friend, Mrs. Dunlop, Of Dunlop.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

Lying At A Reverend Friend's House On Night, The Author Left The Following Verses In The Room Where He Slept.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

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A Grace Before Meat.

    O thou in whom we live and move,
        Who mad'st the sea and shore,
    Thy goodness constantly we prove,
        And grateful would adore.
    And if it please thee, Power above,
        Still grant us with such store,
    The friend we trust, the fair we love,
        And we desire no more.

Robert Burns

A Grace.

    Lord, we thank and thee adore,
        For temp'ral gifts we little merit;
    At present we will ask no more,
        Let William Hyslop give the spirit.

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Graces For Children.

What God gives, and what we take,
'Tis a gift for Christ, His sake:
Be the meal of beans and peas,
God be thanked for those and these:
Have we flesh, or have we fish,
All are fragments from His dish.
He His Church save, and the king;
And our peace here, like a spring,
Make it ever flourishing.

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The Selkirk Grace.

    Some hae meat and canna eat,
        And some wad eat that want it;
    But we hae meat and we can eat,
        And sae the Lord be thanket.

Robert Burns

Another Grace For A Child.

Here a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat and on us all. Amen.

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God's Grace.

God's grace deserves here to be daily fed
That, thus increased, it might be perfected.

Robert Herrick