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[Child, whom Christian rite has blest]
Child, whom Christian rite has blest,In the clean white garment drest,
Still the Church's saints below
Meet, and foil her deadly foe;
Following on her Glorious Head,
Come, where duty bids thee tread.
Through the wild world's tangled maze,
Charmed bowers, and wicked ways,
By His holy Presence girt,
Walk untainted, walk unhurt.
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