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O Jesus, let Thy spirit bless
This frail one in the wilderness
To guide him through the snares of lie
On Canaan's way to Thee on high.
All grace that through Thy Church doth flow,
In heaven above and here below,
All shall I have, all shall be mine
If I but have Thy grace divine.
To Thy most holy feet I'll cling,
The virtues of Thy blood I'll sing,
The cross I'll bear, the wave I'll ride,
If Thou but with me now abide.
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