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A PRAYER
When comes my hour to die,
Lord, suffer me not slow lingering to lie
Feeble on bed of sickness, racked with pain.
Lord, suffer me not slow lingering to lie
Feeble on bed of sickness, racked with pain.
O suffer me to gain
A speedier exit from this world I love:
Love, if it be too warmly, yet approve
A speedier exit from this world I love:
Love, if it be too warmly, yet approve
My gratitude, that Thou
So dear hast made to me, I here avow,
The Beauty of Thy hand displayed therein;
So dear hast made to me, I here avow,
The Beauty of Thy hand displayed therein;
Yea, count it for no sin
I paid Thee worship best through admiration
Of the fair marvels in Thy earth's creation.
I paid Thee worship best through admiration
Of the fair marvels in Thy earth's creation.
August, 1920.
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