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 MY PRAYER

God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf

Than that I may not disappoint myself;

That in my action I may soar as high

As I can now discern with this clear eye.

And next in value, which thy kindness lends,

That I may greatly disappoint my friends,

Howe'er they think or hope that it may be,

They may not dream how thou 'st distinguished me.

That my weak hand may equal my firm faith,

And my life practise more than my tongue saith; 121