PRAYER III.

For those that have done wrong to me,

No longer do I fetters ask,

Nor dungeons deep.

For hands that faithful toil for good

Send Thy instructions’ gracious aid,

And Holy strength.

For tender ones,

the pure in heart

Do Thou, Oh God,

their virtue save

With angel’s guard.

For all Thy children on this earth

May they Thy wisdom

know alike,

In brother love.

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