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  Thou, O God! by night, by day, My Guide, my Guard from sin, My Life, my Trust, my Light Divine, To keep me pure within;—

Pure as the air, when day's first light A cloudless sky illumes, And active as the lark, that soars Till heaven shine round its plumes.

So may my soul, upon the wings Of faith, unwearied rise, Till at the gate of heaven it sings, 'Midst light from Paradise.  undefined  , Thy will, not mine, be done; So prayed on earth Thy suffering Son; So in His name I pray. The spirit faints, the flesh is weak, Thy help in agony I seek, Oh! take this cup away.

If such be not Thy sovereign will, Thy wiser purpose then fulfil; My wishes I resign; Into Thy hands my soul commend, On Thee for life or death depend; Thy will be done, not mine.  undefined  