| orth in thy name, O Lord, I go,
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| My daily labour to pursue;
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| Thee, only thee, resolved to know,
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| In all I think or speak or do.
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| The task thy wisdom hath assigned
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| O let me cheerfully fulfil;
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| In all my works thy presence find,
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| And prove thy good and perfect will.
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| Preserve me from my calling’s snare,
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| And hide my simple heart above,
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| Above the thorns of choking care,
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| The gilded baits of worldly love.
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| Thee may I set at my right hand,
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| Whose eyes my inmost substance see,
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| And labour on at thy command,
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| And offer all my works to thee.
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| Give me to bear thy easy yoke,
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| And every moment watch and pray,
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| And still to things eternal look,
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| And hasten to thy glorious day;
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| For thee delightfully employ
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| Whate’er thy bounteous grace hath given,
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| And run my course with even joy,
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| And closely walk with thee to heaven. |