Give me that causeless intellect ,
That reasons not bind ,
Lead me beyond that limit ,
Where world and time recede behind .
Make me so vacant and empty ,
That no shadows of memory disturb ,
And make my body as the will of Your harp .
Pour in me that holy-water ,
That your given seed may germinate ,
And root in me that faith ,
So that I may defy all barriers caused by Fate .
Grace me , bless me , and hold my hand ,
Hay Father ,but for Your love where shall I stand !
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