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 No shadow, but rather God, father of song, Shew grace to me, Father God, loved of me long, That I lose not the light of thy face, that my trust in thee work me not wrong.

While yet I make forward With face toward thee Not turned yet in shoreward, Be thine upon me; Be thy light on my forehead or ever I turn it again from the sea.

As a kiss on my brow Be the light of thy grace, Be thy glance on me now