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God’s law demands one living faith,
And not a crowd of lifeless creeds;
Its warrant is a firm “God saith”
Its claim not words but living deeds.
O Lord, forgive thy holy law,
Grows tarnished in our earthly clasp;
Pure in itself, without a flaw,
It dims in our too worldly grasp.
Forgive the sacrilege, and take,
From every soul the unholy stain;
And help us for thy Son’s dear sake,
To keep thy perfect law again.
And not a crowd of lifeless creeds;
Its warrant is a firm “God saith”
Its claim not words but living deeds.
O Lord, forgive thy holy law,
Grows tarnished in our earthly clasp;
Pure in itself, without a flaw,
It dims in our too worldly grasp.
Forgive the sacrilege, and take,
From every soul the unholy stain;
And help us for thy Son’s dear sake,
To keep thy perfect law again.
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