LXXIV + 

Temptation + 

O holy Lord, who with the Children Three + 

Didst walk the piercing flame, + 

Help, in those trial-hours, which, save to Thee, + 

I dare not name; + 

Nor let these quivering eyes and sickening heart + 

Crumble to dust beneath the Tempter’s dart. + 

Thou, who didst once Thy life from Mary’s breast + 

Renew from day to day, + 

Oh, might her smile, severely sweet, but rest + 

On this frail clay! + 

Till I am Thine with my whole soul; and fear, + 

Not feel a secret joy, that Hell is near. + 