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[210] Let Thy children, by Thy grace,
     Give as they abound,
Till the poor have breathing-space,
     And the lost are found.

Wiser than the miser's hoards
     Is the giver's choice;
Sweeter than the song of birds
     Is the thankful voice.

Welcome smiles on faces sad
     As the flowers of spring;
Let the tender hearts be glad
     With the joy they bring.

Happier for their pity's sake
     Make their sports and plays,
And from lips of childhood take
     Thy perfected praise!

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