August
Grant us, O Lord, the grace to bear
The little prickling thorn;
The hasty word that seems unfair;
The twang of truths well worn;
The jest which makes our weakness plain
The darling plan o'erturned;
The careless touch upon our pain;
The slight we have not earned;
The rasp of care; —dear Lord, today,
Lest all these fretting things
Make needless grief, oh, give, we pray
The heart that trusts and sings.
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