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How seldom praise I Thee, to whom all lauds belong!
Yet since from Thee I hold both speech and song,
How dare thy vassal do Thy rule such wrong?
Alas! nor rightful works, nor proper love is mine
To Thee, my Father, nor my fellows here,
None yet to me as my own self was dear:
Father and Son, one God, Thy Spirit in me shine!
How shall I love him who hath wrought me ill?
He who hath done me good must aye be dearer still.
Forgive my sins, I yet towards this will set my will!
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