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Through these glad New Year days,
To catch the countless prayers to heaven ascending-
For e'en hard hearts do raise
Some secret wish for fame, or gold, or power,
Or freedom from all care-
Dear, patient Christ, who listeneth hour on hour,
Hear now a Christian's prayer.
To shape it for Thy crown,
Then bruise it, burn it, burden it with crosses,
With sorrows bear it down.
Do what Thou wilt to mould me to Thy pleasure,
And if I should complain,
Heap full of anguish yet another measure
Until I smile at pain.
Send dangers-deaths! but tell me how to dare them;
Enfold me in Thy care.
Send trials, tears! but give me strength to bear them-
This is a Christian's prayer.
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