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O Loving Spirit that dwells on high Please hear me least I die too soon For Soul does yearn for freedoms door And seeks to find the distant shore Dear friend and Master who dwells inside Pray take my hand and be my guide Lead me to that special place And free me from a fruitless race Help me to see that which must be seen And learn that which must be known That life may the fullest be And Soul like an eagle fly That I may live and never die If I have a will let the will be Thine that I may live and Soul may shine |