Dear Lord, I do not ask for place or power Or wealth to satisfy an outward show. Void would be place that Thou didst not bestow; Power would be powerless every waiting hour Wert Thou not present constant grace to shower, Dispelling discontent, each phantom foe, Redeeming sense from erstwhile ebb and flow, To crave the wealth of Love, its only dower.
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