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TO W. G. B.
Soul, not yet from heaven beguiled,
Soul, not yet by earth defiled,
Dwelling in this little child,
Be, O to him be
All we would have thee!
Soul, not yet by earth defiled,
Dwelling in this little child,
Be, O to him be
All we would have thee!
Through this life of joy and care,
If that grief must be his share,
Make, O make him strong to bear
All God willeth, all
That to him must fall.
If that grief must be his share,
Make, O make him strong to bear
All God willeth, all
That to him must fall.
O when passions stir his heart,
Tempting him from good to part,
Make him from the evil start,
That he walk aright,
Soilless in God's sight!
Tempting him from good to part,
Make him from the evil start,
That he walk aright,
Soilless in God's sight!
Taint him not with mortal sin,
That heaven's palms his hands may win,
That heaven's gates he enter in,
Of God's favour sure,
Pure as he is pure!
That heaven's palms his hands may win,
That heaven's gates he enter in,
Of God's favour sure,
Pure as he is pure!
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If he wander from the right,
O through error's darksome night,
On to heaven's eternal light,
Guide, O guide his way
To heaven's perfect day!
O through error's darksome night,
On to heaven's eternal light,
Guide, O guide his way
To heaven's perfect day!
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