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- Help, Lord, the souls that thou hast made,
The souls to thee so dear,
In prison for the debt unpaid
Of sin committed here.
- These holy souls, they suffer on,
Resign’d in heart and will,
Until thy high behest is done,
And justice has its fill.
- For daily falls, for pardon’d crime,
They joy to undergo
The shadow of thy Cross sublime,
The remnant of thy woe.
- Oh, by their patience of delay.
Their hope amid their pain,
Their sacred Zeal to burn away,
Disfigurement and stain.
- Oh, by their fire of love, not less
In keenness than the flame;
Oh, by their very helplessness;
Oh, by thy own great Name.
- Good Jesus, help! Sweet Jesus, aid
The souls to thee most dear,
In prison for the debt unpaid
Of sins committed here.