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126 I lift my waiting eyes to Thee, Regard my lonely prayer.

Be near me, while the hours Oppress'd with suffering, roll, And make each pain a teacher, Lord, To my repentant soul.

Should vigorous health once more Reanimate my frame, Inspire me with a purer zeal To glorify Thy name,

To keep thy just commands, My humbled heart incline, And grant that both in life and death Thy holy will be mine.