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Lord of Grace! The World's Asylum!
 * Whom by worship we attain,

Saints have conquered death's destruction,
 * Shewed Thy path to gods and men!

Whoso seeks Thee not in worship,
 * Shunned by dearest kith and kin,

Lives a life of vain illusion,
 * Dies a death of woe and sin;

Whoso seeks Thee in affection
 * Breaks through ills that wait our birth,

Finds in Thee his true salvation—
 * Peace and bliss unknown on Earth!

Some are lured by earthly passions,
 * Some for heaven's enjoyment sigh—

Save in Thee no true salvation
 * Is there in the earth or sky!

For in Thee alone is refuge—
 * Whoso leaves Thee dies in woe,

This is law and not Thy anger,
 * Wrath nor anger dost Thou know!

Thee we serve with tainted worship,
 * And Thy form we darkly guess—

Even thus our soul's blind longings
 * Have the power to heal and bless!

Vain illusions mock our vision,
 * Shadow-like our actions flee—

He sees true who sees Thy image,
 * He acts true who acts in Thee!

Divers teachers often teach us
 * Divers precepts wise and great,

But Thy grace and blessing only
 * From our bonds can liberate!

And to rid the earth of troubles,
 * Sin and sorrow, stress and storm,