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Rh Dread marvel of free-will!
 * Can we withhold, or bring?

Oh, give us grace to choose Thee still,
 * Dear Lord, Almighty King.

Mystery yet more sublime!
 * In this our mortal hour,

The realms surpassing space and time
 * Thou puttest in our power.

New-born a princely line,
 * Made heirs of heavenly state,

The will to serve Thee, Lord, is Thine,
 * On Whom all creatures wait.

Sweet Saviour, Mystic Grace,
 * Who mad'st Thy servants free,

Grant us through life to seek Thy face,
 * And reign at last with Thee.

George Kett.