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My Father, let me hear thy voice
Pronounce the words of peace,
And all my warmest powers shall join
To celebrate the grace.
With gentle smile call me thy child,
And speak my sins forgiven;
The accents mild shall charm mine ear
All like the harps of heaven.
Cheerful, where’er thy hand shall lead,
The darkest path I’ll tread;
Cheerful I’ll quit these mortal shores,
And mingle with the dead.
When dreadful guilt is done away,
No other fears we know;
That hand which scatters pardons down,
Shall crowns of life bestow.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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