Poems (Toke)/Fourth Sunday after epiphany

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FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.
O GOD! Thou knowest all the snares
 That round our pathway be;
Thou knowest how both joys and cares
 Come between us and Thee:
Thou knowest that our frailty
 In Thee alone is strong;
Oh! look on our infirmity,
 And let us not go wrong!

Be Thou our strength! protect us now
 In dark temptation's hour;
For Thou wert born of woman, Thou
 Hast felt the tempter's power!
All sinless, Thou canst feel for those
 Who sin and suffer long;
Then oh! 'mid all our cares and woes,
 Still let us not go wrong!

E.


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