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Dear Lord and Father of mankind, For give our foolish ways.
Reclothe us in our rightful mind, In purer lives, Thy services find,
In deeper reverence praise.
In deeper reverence praise.
In simple trust like their who heard, beside the Syrian sea
The gracious calling of the Lord, Let us like them without a word,
Rise up and follow, thee
Rise up and follow thee
Drop thy still dews of quietness till all our strivings cease.
Take from our souls the strain and stress and let our ordered lives confess
the beauty of thy peace
the beauty of thy peace
Breath throu’ the heats of our desire thy coolness and thy balm,
Let sense be dumb let flesh retire
Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire,
O still small voice of calm
O still small voice of calm
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