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Father, I will not pray
Freedom from earthly ill;
But may Thy peace be o’er my way
With its dove-pinion still!
O, let a sense of Thee,
Of Thy sustaining love,
My bosom-guest forever be,
Where’er I rest or move!
A heavenly light serene,
With its unfading beams,
Within my trusting heart be seen,
More bright than childhood’s dreams!
So let me walk with Thee,
Thy presence round my way;
Made by Thine aiding spirit free;
Thy love, my joy and stay.
Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #235