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O Father-eye, that hath so truly watch'd,
O Father-hand, that hath so gently led,
O Father-heart, that by my prayer is touch'd,
That loved me first when I was cold and dead:
Still do Thou lead me on with faithful care
The narrow path to heaven where I would go,
And train me for the life that waits me there,
Alike through love and loss, through weal and wo.
O my Redeemer, who for me wast slain,
Who bringest me forgiveness and release,
Whose death has ransom'd me to God again,
That now my heart can rest in perfect peace;
Still more and more do Thou my soul redeem,
From every bondage set me wholly free,
Though Evil oft the mightiest power may seem,
Still make me more than conqueror, Lord, in Thee.
O Holy Spirit, who with gentlest breath
Dost teach to pray, dost comfort or reprove,
Who givest us all joy and hope and faith,
Through whom we live at peace with God in love;
Still do Thou shed Thine influence abroad,
Let me the Father's image ever wear,
Make me a holy temple of my God,
Where dwells for ever calm adoring prayer!
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10 10 10 10 D
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1863
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