I did love and worship
Rejecting in hardship
All diverting things
In honor all divine things
I kept
O how I felt
In these days when I slept
Less yearning for the jest
In hearts
Unthankful is that radiance
Unless humbly I raise
My confessions to bless
My oft sinful soul
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