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Lord of the families below?
To Thee our prayers we send;
Do Thou from danger and from woe
This dwelling-place defend.
Here let Thy peace, O Father, rest;
Here let Thy love abide!
Our every joy in Thee more blest.
Each sorrow sanctified.
May our petitions when we meet,
And every secret prayer,
Come up before Thy mercy-seat,
And find acceptance there.
Teach us, with hearts made one in love,
To do Thy pure commands;
And give us, in Thy time, above,
A house not made with hands.
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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