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A PRAYER.
Oh! turn from him each fatal blow— Save, save him then, our Father!
My God, upon my bended knee,My friend I now commit to thee;Oh! wreathe his sword with victory, And grant him life, our Father!
Then when the deadly strife is o'er,And loved ones meet on freedom's shore,Thine be the praise forever more, Throughout all time, our Father!
