Your priests whose lives burn out before Your consecrated shrine.
Keep them, for they are in the world, Though from the world apart;
When earthly pleasures tempt, allure, Shelter them in Your Heart.
Keep them, and comfort them in hours O loneliness and pain,
When all their life of sacrifice For souls seems but in vain.
Keep them, and O remember, Lord,
They have no one but Thee,
Yet they have only human hearts, With human frailty.
Keep them as spotless as the Host, That daily they caress;
Their every thought and word and deed,
Deign, dearest Lord to bless.
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