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Lord, when my footsteps pause at those detoursAlong life's road, I pray Thee let me seeThy pleasures wiser than the world's allures;And let me choose the path that goes to Thee,Remembering that vacillation findsAn ever-clouded scene, wherein no riftAbove illumes Thy certain way that windsLike gleaming ribbon through this shadow-drift.Or when, with lips apart, I only stand,Testing the word a human heart would say,Deciding on the course, hold Thou my handAnd put the double-mindedness away.From out the multitude of paths that be,Lord, let me choose the path that goes to Thee.

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