UNDERSTANDINGNot more of light i ask,o God,
But eyes to see what is:
Not sweeter songs,but ears to here
The present melodies:
Not more of love,but skill to turn
A frown to a cress:
Not more of joy,but how to feel
Its kindly presence near
To give to others all i have
Of courage and of cheer.
No other gifts,dear God,i ask,
But only sense to see
How best these precious gifts ti use
Thou hast bestowed on me.
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