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X: Forgive me, Lord, my wayward will

Forgive me, Lord, my wayward will, My selfish, worldly thought; Incline me to abhor the ill, And choose the things I ought.

It is not in my power to choose And seek the better part; I fear the things of earth to lose, And bind them to my heart.

O Gracious Christ, to me reveal The riches that are sure; And I shall shun the base, unreal, And grasp what shall endure.

Yea, with Thyself enrich my heart, And make Thy will mine own; Then I shall have the better part, And joy in Thee alone.