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O God, who canst not change nor fail,

Guiding the hours, as they roll by,

Bright’ning with beams the morning pale,

And burning in the mid-day sky,

Quench Thou the fires of hate and strife,

The wasting fever of the heart;

From perils guard our feeble life,

And to our souls Thy peace impart.

Grant this, O Father, Only Son,

And Holy Spirit, God of grace,

To whom all glory, Three in One,

Be given in every time and place.