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 Oh, save us from the death where we lie pent! To form us in Thee Thy dear Life is lent! Enthral us with Thine own unfathomable eyes, Till rapt into Thy vision we surprise

Or with a child's meek wisdom make us wise! Pardon our presumptuous tone, Teach us to feel, Thy Holy will be done! For that is good alone!