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 Our courage is feeble, and faints, Our zeal waxes cold. O God! for the faith of Thy saints, Thy people of old, For grace to be trustful and true Like those in the grave, To know that by many or few Thy mercy can save!

The sparrow hath found her a nest, Thine altars, O God! O, make, too, our shelter and rest The courts we have trod, Like tendrils of ivy that cling And cover Thy fane, O Christ, be the love that we bring And give once again.