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 Cleanse our souls from evil's stains, Water all that dry remains, What is wounded heal and save. Bend the rigid to Thy will, Cherish what is cold and chill, Right what errour doth deprave.

To Thy faithful, who confide In Thy mercy for their guide, Grant Thy sevenfold gifts of grace; Virtue's palm to them extend. Grant to them a happy end, Grant perennial delight.

, thy Redeemer praising. Songs of joy to Him upraising, Laud, thy pastor and thy guide: Swell thy notes most high and daring; For His praise is past declaring, And thy loftiest powers beside.

'Tis a theme with praise that gloweth, For the bread that life bestoweth Goes this day before us out;