Help me, O God! to do Thy will; Thy every gift to me unstained keep; Help me the voice of sense to still, Till I the harvest of Thy sowing reap. Help me to hold the thought in check, Which, if in me it e'er should find a place, Would my most cherished treasures wreck, And all my aspirations pure debase.
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