| O Soul, what will be my future? My wisdom and understanding halt |
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| O Lord, how could I look toward Thee? |
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| O Master look on me |
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| Whether we be good or bad, yet are we Thine |
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| My Sat Guru is known to few |
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| Now my life has born fair fruit, because my Love has slept beside me |
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| Call me Thine own servant |
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| Lord, this my prayer: forget me not |
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| Guru, fallen at thy feet give me vision of the Name |
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| Great is the shield of Rama's name |
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