[Written for the Sentinel]

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Give me the open eye to seeThe work which Thou hast planned for me,The listening ear that I may hearThy loving voice forever near.

And teach my lips Thy praise to singIn grateful, humble offering.Guide Thou my hand some path to smooth,Some burden lift, some brow to soothe.

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