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I pray You, let this garden be a gentle advocate for me before Your / throne. Lord, it is fair and orderly and through its sweet serenity, / my faults I own. My life at times has gone awry, but here beneath / Your arch of sky, the pattern's true. The wind that softly passes / by; tall trees, bright blossoms, grass, all try to pleasure You. / With zest I've weeded day by day. Judge that my sins I cast away and / am now shriven. And here Your sunbeams come to play, and moonbeams / on this path do stray. Your stars look down from heaven. Will You / not take this pattern bright as handiwork for Your delight and bless / this little garden? See how the lilies tall and white stand unafraid / within Your sight, and ask, for me, Your pardon.