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Rh It is so hard to be trustful, Trusting for daily bread ; Only the birds and the angels Are without storehouse fed. What if I sin, never knowing ? Jesu, forgive, I pray; Mother of Jesu, keep near me, Dark is the way. O miserere nobis, Domine !

Unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given ; Wonderful, the Counsellor, The Prince of Peace. More than they who watch for morn, Have the blind and weary striven ;