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Thou Who with dying lipsThou Who with dying lips
Thy mother didst commend
Unto the tender care
Of Thy belovèd friend;
Thou Who by Lazarus' grave
In human grief didst groan,
Turn, Lord, Thine eyes on those
Left in the world alone.
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Shine Thou upon Us, LordShine Thou upon us, Lord,
True Light of men, to-day,
And through the written Word
Thy very self display;
That so from hearts which burn
With gazing on Thy face
Thy little ones may learn
The wonders of Thy grace.
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