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FABER'S HYMNS. |
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I walk the earth with lightsome step, Smile at the sunshine, breathe the air; Do my own will, nor ever heed Gethsemane and Thy long prayer.
Shall it be always thus, O Lord ? Wilt Thou not work this hour in me The grace Thy passion merited, Hatred of self and love of Thee?
Oh by the pains of Thy pure love, Grant me the gift of holy fear; And give me of Thy Bloody Sweat To wash my guilty conscience clear!
Ever when tempted, make me see, Beneath the olive's moon-pierced shade, My God, alone, outstretched, and bruised And bleeding, on the earth He made.
And make me feel it was my sin, As though no other sins there were, That was to Him who bears the world A load that He could scarcely beari |
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