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 Neither lock nor firm-vaulted dungeon nor any
 * fetter on earth,

Stronghold nor sea nor bleak fastness restrains
 * them from their course.

O beloved truly chaste Christ to whom every eye
 * is clear,

May the grace of the seven-fold Spirit come to
 * keep them, to check them!

Rule this heart of mine, O dread God of the elements, That Thou mayst be my love, that I may do Thy
 * will.

That I may reach Christ with His chosen companions,
 * that we may be together!

They are neither fickle nor inconstant—not as I am.