Our one true Parent

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,Thou Love that guards the nestling’s faltering flight!Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.

Love is our refuge; only with mine eyeCan I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:His habitation high is here, and nigh,His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

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