"Risen power"

"E'en as Thou gildest gladdened joy, dear God,Give risen power to prayer; fan Thou the flameOf right with might; and midst the rod,And stern, dark shadows cast on Thy blest name,Lift Thou a patient love above earth's ire,Piercing the clouds with its triumphal spire."

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