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Whom all obey⁠—

Maker of man! who from Thy height

Badest the dull earth bring to light

All creeping things, and the fierce might

Of beasts of prey;⁠—

And the huge make

Of wild or gentler animal,

Springing from nothing at Thy call,

To serve in their due time, and all

For sinners’ sake;

Shield us from ill!

Come it by passion’s sudden stress,

Lurk in our mind’s habitual dress,

Or through our actions seek to press

Upon our will.

Vouchsafe the prize

Of sacred joy’s perpetual mood,

And service-seeking gratitude,

And love to quell each strife or feud,

If it arise.

Grant it, O Lord!

To whom, the Father, Only Son,

And Holy Spirit, Three in One,

In heaven and earth all praise be done,

With one accord.