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From the wheel and the drift of Things / Deliver us, Good Lord, / And we will face the wrath of Kings, / The faggot and the sword!
Lay not Thy Works before our eyes, / Nor vex us with Thy Wars, / Lest we should feel the straining skies / O'ertrod by trampling stars.
Hold us secure behind the gates / Of saving flesh and bone, / Lest we should dream what dream awaits / The soul escaped alone.
Thy Path, Thy Purposes conceal / From our beleaguered realm, / Lest any shattering whisper steal / Upon us and o'erwhelm.
A veil 'twixt us and Thee, Good Lord, / A veil 'twixt us and Thee, / Lest we should hear too clear, too clear, / And unto madness see!