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      O God, 
          Thou faithful God, 
          Thou Fountain ever flowing, 
          Without whom nothing is, 
          All perfect gifts bestowing; 
          A pure and healthy frame 
          O give me, and within 
          A conscience free from blame, 
          A soul unhurt by sin. 
        2. And grant me, Lord, to 
          do, 
          With ready heart and willing, 
          Whate`er Thou shalt command 
          My calling here fulfilling, 
          And do it when I ought, 
          With all my strength, and bless 
          The work I thus have wrought, 
          For Thou must give success. 
        3. And let me promise nought 
          But I can keep it truly, 
          Abstain from idle words, 
          And guard my lips still duly; 
          And grant, when in my place 
          I must and ought to speak, 
          My words due power and grace, 
          Nor let me wound the weak. 
        4. If dangers gather round, 
          Still keep me calm and fearless; 
          Help me to bear the cross 
          When life is dark and cheerless; 
          To overcome my foe 
          With words and actions kind; 
          When counsel I would know 
          Good counsel let me find. 
        5. And let me be with all 
          In peace and friendship living, 
          As far as Christians may. 
          And if Thou aught art giving 
          Of wealth and honours fair, 
          Oh this refuse me not, 
          That nought be mingled there 
          Of goods unjustly got. 
        6. And if a longer life 
          Be here on earth decreed me, 
          And Thou through many a strife 
          To age at last wilt lead me, 
          Thy patience in me shed, 
          Avert all sin and shame, 
          And crown my hoary head 
          With pure untarnished fame. 
        7. Let nothing that may chance, 
          Me from my Saviour sever; 
          And dying with Him, take 
          My soul to Thee for ever; 
          And let my body have 
          A little space to sleep 
          Beside my father`s grave, 
          And friends that o`er it weep. 
        8. And when the Day is come, 
          And all the dead are waking; 
          Oh reach me down Thy hand, 
          Thyself my slumbers breaking; 
          Then let me hear Thy voice, 
          And change this earthly frame, 
          And bid me aye rejoice 
          With those who love Thy name.  |