  By the same Poet. T each me, O Trinity, All men sing praise to Thee, Let me not backward be, Teach me, O Trinity. Come Thou and dwell with me, Lord of the holy race; Make here thy resting-place, Hear me, O Trinity. That I Thy love may prove, Teach Thou my heart and hand, Ever at Thy command Swiftly to move. Is this vile heart of me; Let me Thy healing see, Help me, O Trinity. Sinful, beholding Thee; Yet clean from theft and blood My hands; O Son of God, For Mary's love, answer me. In my adversity No great man stooped to me, No good man pitied me, God ope'd His heart to me. Lied I, as others lie, They deceived, so have I, On others' lie I built my lie— Will my God pass this by? Truth art Thou, truth I crave, If on a lie I rest, I'm lost; My vow demands my uttermost; Save, Trinity, O save! |
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