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Not to the terrible God, avenging, bright, / Whose altars struck their roots in flame and blood, / Not to the jealous God, whose merciless might / The infamy of unclean years withstood; / But to the God who lit the evening star, / Who taught the flower to blossom in delight, / Who taught His world what love and worship are / We pray, we two, to-night.
To no vast Presence too immense to love, / To no enthronèd King too great to care, / To no strange Spirit human needs above / We bring our little, intimate, heart-warm prayer; / But to the God who is a Father too, / The Father who loved and gave His only Son / We pray across the cradle, I and you, / For ours, our little one!