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Our courage is feeble, and faints,
Our zeal waxes cold.
O God! for the faith of Thy saints,
Thy people of old,
For grace to be trustful and true
Like those in the grave,
To know that by many or few
Thy mercy can save!
The sparrow hath found her a nest,
Thine altars, O God!
O, make, too, our shelter and rest
The courts we have trod,
Like tendrils of ivy that cling
And cover Thy fane,
O Christ, be the love that we bring
And give once again.
