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With many a snare Thou dost beset my way, And threatenest, if I fall therein, to slay; Thy rule resistless sways the world, yet Thou Imputest sin, when I do but obey!

To Thee, whose essence baffles human thought, Our sins and righteous deeds alike seem naught; May Thy grace sober me, though drunk with sins. And pardon all the ill that I have wrought!

If this life were indeed an empty play. Each day would be an 'Id or festal day, And men might conquer all their hearts desire, Tearless of after penalties to pay!