And let Him gather them of mine,

That I have left behind;

Lord, make them pray they may be Thine,

With all their heart and mind.

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Let the Most Blessed be my guide, If’t be His blessed will; Unto His gate, into His fold, Up to His holy hill. And let Him never suffer me To swerve or turn aside From His free grace, and holy ways, Whate’er shall me betide.