BLESS'D Piety! meek, peaceful maid,
Descend in robes of snowy white;
Come, in thy brightest form array'd,
And thro' my soul dart heavenly light.
Teach me to tread the thorny path
With patience, fortitude, and joy,
And bless me still with heav'nly faith,
That fear no more may hope annoy.
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