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GEORGE KETT.
Not unto us, O Lord,
But praise to Thee be given:
Thy love has saved us from the sword;
Thy grace, when we have striven.
Created, Thee to sing,
Save Thou our service bless,
The best that we can breathe or bring
Is very nothingness.
Not ours one holy thought,
Not ours one fleeting breath,
But that Thy grace the wonder wrought—
Thou, Lord of life and death.
And simply that we stand
Within this earthly light,
Was boon unsought, eternal planned
In counsels infinite.
But yet more wondrous far—
Left free our lot to choose,
Where gleam Thy rays, O Morning Star!
We follow, or refuse.
