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[264] If my voice I may not raise
     In the elders' song of praise,
If I may not, sin-defiled,
     Claim my birthright as a child,
Suffer it'that I to Thee
     As an hired servant be;
Let the lowliest task be mine,
     Grateful, so the work be Thine;
Let me find the humblest place
     In the shadow of Thy grace:
Blest to me were any spot
     Where temptation whispers not.
If there be some weaker one,
     Give me strength to help him on;
If a blinder soul there be,
     Let me guide him nearer Thee.
Make my mortal dreams come true
     With the work I fain would do;
Clothe with life the weak intent,
     Let me be the thing I meant;
Let me find in Thy employ
     Peace that dearer is than joy;
Out of self to love be led
     And to heaven acclimated,
Until all things sweet and good
     Seem my natural habitude.

So we read the prayer of him
     Who, with John of Labadie,
Trod, of old, the oozy rim
     Of the Zuyder Zee.

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