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Teacher Divine, we ask Thy grace, These sacred leaves to unfold: Here, in the Gospel’s clearest glass, Let us Thy face behold.

Show us Thy Sire; for known to Thee The Father’s glories are: The dread Paternal Majesty Thou only canst declare.

Open the Scriptures; now reveal All which for us Thou art: Talk with us, Lord, and let us feel The kindling in our heart.

In Thee we languish to be found; To catch Thy words we bow; We listen for the quickening sound: Speak, Lord; we hear Thee now.