Father, to Thy hands I give,
Her in whom my soul doth live;
To her feet be Thou the guide
Be the buckler by her side:
All the day from harm to keep,
All the night to guard her sleep
Warding evil from her heart,
Bidding shapes of ill depart;
Making truth and innocence
Still her solace and defence;
Till, by grace, thro' faith, she be
Taken home, to dwell with Thee,.
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