O gift of gifts! O grace of faith!
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O gift of gifts! O grace of faith!My God, how can it beThat thou, who hast discerning love,Shouldst give that gift to me?
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How many hearts thou mightst have hadMore innocent than mine!How many souls more worthy farOf that sweet touch of thine!
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Ah, grace! into unlikeliest heartsIt is thy boast to come,The glory of thy light to findIn darkest spots a home.
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The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross,Seem trifles less than light;Earth looks so little and so lowWhen faith shines full and bright.
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O, happy, happy that I am!If thou canst be, O Faith,The treasure that thou art in life,What wilt thou be in death!