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Rh There she lives as a fount of grace, Ever flowing for Adam's race, And still for ever to flow; There, while ages on ages run, Sweetly, sweetly, she pleads with her Son For us her children below.

Lady, than all the heavens more high, More than seraph in purity, A glance of pity incline! Teach us to feel, teach us to know, Teach us in life and death to shew What treasures of grace are thine.

 

Angel guardian, thanks to thee For thy so watchful care of me; Oh, lead me still in ways of truth, Dear guide of childhood and of youth.

Kind Angel guardian, let my tears Implore thee too for riper years; Oh, keep me safe in wisdom's way, And bring me back if I should stray.

When angry passions fill my soul, Subdue them to thy meek control; Through good and ill, oh, ever be A guide, a guard, a friend to me.

And when death's hand shall seal mine eyes, Oh, bear my spirit to the skies, And teach me there my voice to raise In hymns of never-ending praise.

