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Great All in All, that art my rest, my home;
My way is tedious, and my steps are slow:
Reach forth Thy helpful hand, or bid me come;
I am Thy child, O teach Thy child to go;
Conjoin Thy sweet commands to my desire,
And I will venture, though I fall or tire.
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