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     Give Thou not the feeble worm
Helpless to the spoiler's heel!

Father! for Thy holy sake
     We are spoiled and hunted thus;
Joyful, for Thy truth we take
     Bonds and burthens unto us:
Poor, and weak, and robbed of all,
     Weary with our daily task,
That Thy truth may never fall
     Through our weakness, Lord, we ask.

Round our fired and wasted homes
     Flits the forest-bird unscared,
And at noon the wild beast comes
     Where our frugal meal was shared;
For the song of praises there
     Shrieks the crow the livelong day;
For the sound of evening prayer
     Howls the evil beast of prey!

Sweet the songs we loved to sing
     Underneath Thy holy sky;
Words and tones that used to bring
     Tears of joy in every eye;
Dear the wrestling hours of prayer,
     When we gathered knee to knee,
Blameless youth and hoary hair,
     Bowed, O God, alone to Thee.

As Thine early children, Lord,
     Shared their wealth and daily bread,

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