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And are not these more hapless still,
In spirit blinded to the light,
That scatters every earthly ill,
And shines amidst afflictions night:
The blinded heart of those whose eyes
Ne'er seek communion with the skies?
In spirit blinded to the light,
That scatters every earthly ill,
And shines amidst afflictions night:
The blinded heart of those whose eyes
Ne'er seek communion with the skies?
HYMN.
Thy holy shrine, O God! I seek,
With will devoted, firm, and meek;
And yield Thee all my mortal powers,
To consecrate these sacred hours.
With will devoted, firm, and meek;
And yield Thee all my mortal powers,
To consecrate these sacred hours.
Thine be the praise that swells on high,
From hearts all love and harmony;
Thine be the deep and fervent trust,
That lifts our spirits from the dust.
From hearts all love and harmony;
Thine be the deep and fervent trust,
That lifts our spirits from the dust.
