Bob Hostetler
Be pleased to keep me, Lord, this day
Without committing sin,
And let me not one moment stray
From a prayerful mode within.
You can from every sin secure;
I know it is your will
To preserve your servant pure
From every touch of ill.
So, Lord, I bow before you now,
My soul on you depends,
To see me safely, purely through
Until this day shall end.
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