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And since it cannot do us harm,
It is the drink for me.
Entrance to a Sunday-School.
Father in Heaven! my spirit ought
Thy blessing to implore,
Admitted where thy truths are taught.
And pious hearts adore.
Instruct my ignorance, I pray,
My wayward passions tame,
From every folly guard my way,
From every sin reclaim.
Each task with pleasure may I learn,
Each Scripture-lesson prize,
And grant thy wisdom to discern
Whate'er in darkness lies.
