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SWINGING THE CENSER.
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It is so hard to be trustful,
Trusting for daily bread ;
Only the birds and the angels
Are without storehouse fed.
What if I sin, never knowing ?
Jesu, forgive, I pray;
Mother of Jesu, keep near me,
Dark is the way.
O miserere nobis,
Domine !
CHILD IN THE CHOIR.
Unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given ;
Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The Prince of Peace.
More than they who watch for morn,
Have the blind and weary striven ;
