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Teach me, my God, to bear my cross,
 * As thine was borne;

Teach me to make of every loss
 * A crown of thorn.

Give me Thy patience and Thy strength
 * With every breath,

Until my lingering days at length
 * Shall welcome death.

Dear Jesus, I believe that Thou
 * Did’st rise again,

Instill the spirit in me now
 * That conquers pain.

Give me the grace to cast aside
 * All vain desire,

All the fierce throbbing of a pride
 * That flames like fire.