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 Give me the calm that Dante wrought
 * From sensual din;

The peace that errant Woolsey sought
 * From stalwart sin.

I seek repose upon Thy breast
 * With child-like prayer;

Oh let me find the heavenly rest
 * And mercy there!

If I have, in rebellious ways,
 * Profaned my life;

If I have filled my daring days
 * With worldly strife;

If I have shunned the narrow path
 * In crime to fall—

Lead me from th’ abode of wrath
 * And pardon all!

Banished from Thee! where shall I find
 * For my poor soul

A safe retreat from storms that blind,
 * Or seas that roll?

Come to me, Christ, ere I, forlorn,
 * Sink ’neath the wave,

And on this blessed Easter morn
 * A lost one save!