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Give me, O Lord, the spirit of prayer, Thy grace, thy mercy to implore; Let not my wilful spirit dare To count secure her present store. The richer falls Thy dew of grace, The humbler let my head descend, Till mercy’s sun in boundless space Shall shed its bliss, time without end.
Give me, O Lord, the spirit of prayer, Thy grace, thy mercy to implore; Let not my wilful spirit dare To count secure her present store. The richer falls Thy dew of grace, The humbler let my head descend, Till mercy’s sun in boundless space Shall shed its bliss, time without end.
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- John Jay Adams (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
In print by 1888: recorded in A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888). Collection publication is an upper bound for this wording, not its earliest origin, composition date or the author's lifetime.
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 459 · printed citation: John Jay Adams · subject: PRAYER
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