Vain were all our toil and labor
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Vain were all our toil and labor,Did not God that labor bless;Vain, without his grace and favor,Every talent we possess.
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Vainer still the hope of heaven,That on human strength relies;But to him shall help be givenWho in humble faith applies.
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Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed;He shall grant us peace and rest:Ne'er was suppliant disappointed,Who through Christ his prayer addressed.