O Lord, may you abide
In every goal of mine
Lead me by your grace
To those in which you shine
Brace my unruly steps
When they go astray
Warn me through my stumbles
Dwell in them, I pray
When greed turns my wheel
In it you put a spoke
When goodwill strides beside
To it, my Self you yoke
From the thoughts that spurt
The virtuous, may I glean
Reside in my forbearance
From haste, may I wean
Inside the world's dazzle
Amid the obscuring haze
May I find your beam
Guiding me through the maze
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