Deliver Us From Evil.

Deliver us from evil, Heavenly Father!
    It still besets us wheresoe'er we go!
Bid the bright rays of revelation gather
    To light the darkness in our way of wo!
Remove the sin that stains our souls--for ever!
    Out doubts dispel--our confidence restore!
Write thy forgiveness on our hearts, and never
    Let us in vain petition for it more.

Release us from the sorrows that attend us!
    Our nerves are torn--at every vein we bleed!
Almighty Parent! with thy strength befriend us!
    Else we are helpless in our time of need!
Sustain us, Lord, with thy pure Holy Spirit--
    New vigor give to Nature's faltering frame;
And, at life's close, permit us to inherit
    The hope that's promised in the Saviour's name.

George Pope Morris

George Pope Morris was an American editor, poet, and songwriter. Born on October 10, 1802, he made significant contributions to American literature and music. Morris co-founded and edited the New York Evening Mirror, where he published works by Edgar Allan Poe and others. He is perhaps best known for his song "Woodman, Spare That Tree!" and his role in the early 19th-century literary scene. Morris died on July 6, 1864, leaving behind a legacy of editorial and creative work that influenced many American writers and musicians.

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