Father, I bend before Thy sacred shrine,
In grateful reverence to Thy will divine,
And I, Thy child, rejoicing, make it mine
Because, oh! all benignant One, ’tis Thine.
Guided by Thee, I know that each design
Is love and mercy; and in every line
Can trace a purpose, bless
(John Bowring)
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