O Swift-Winged seraphim!Today a live coal from Love's altarLay upon our lipsThat we may findNo utterance for thoughts unkind,No false reports of sinful senseDenying God's omnipotence.

Touch thou our eyesThat we may seeOut of the dark obscurityOur brother's problem as our own,And bring refreshment,Not a stone.

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