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Oh, lead me from those paths with error fraught, Whose snares too oft my heedless steps betide; Restrain the hasty speech, and roving thought, And fear of feeble man, and causeless pride, And all the secret ills that in my heart reside.

 

CAST out and banish'd from thy sight, I cannot live without thy love, I cannot dwell without thy light, In earth below, or heaven above.

Cast me not off: my strength is small; What can I in the day of death? Forsake me not, or else I fall, My life is but an airy breath.