The Sins of Youth

Thou that didst grant the wise King his request,
Thou that in whale thy prophet didst preserve:
Thou that forgavest the wounding of thy breast,
Thou that didst save the thief in state to sterve.
Thou only God, the giver of all grace,
Wipe out of mind, the path of youth's vain race.

Thou that by power, to life didst raise the dead,
Thou that of grace restorest the blind to sight:
Thou that for love, thy life and love outbled:
Thou that of favour, madest the lame go right.
Thou that canst heal, and help in all assays
Forgive the guilt, that grew in youth's vain ways.
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