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62 SAC?ED Y?AR. Thee too, O Father, we entreat, Father of might and grace divine ! Father of glorious majesty ! Thy pitying eye on us incline. Confirm us in each good resolve; The Tempter's envious rage subdue; Turn each misfortune to ?ur good; Direct us right in all we do. Rule Thou our inmost thoughts; let no Impnrity our hearts defile; Grant us a true and fervent faith; Grant us a spirit free from guile. May Christ Himself be our true Food, And Faith our daily cup supply; While from the Spirit's tranquil depth We drink nntkiling draughts of joy. Still ever with the peep of morn May saintly modesty attend; Faith sanctify the midday hours; Upon the soul no night desten&
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