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Though thou hast set me many a snare, / And cost me many a groan, / And causéd feet to slip that were / Far dearer than my own -- / Though thou hast been both sword and gin / To others and to me, / Yet I recall what thou didst win / Once for my soul, and I give thanks to thee.
For once, when all my heavens fell, / And each hour that went by / Brought nearer to the pit of hell / The Dayspring which is I -- / When all unheard the highest cried, / When lost were course and goal, / When hope had fled and faith had died -- / Thou, even thou, didst then redeem my soul.