How shall the Righteous?

How shall the righteous win their way
In a dark world of snares, where they
With jealous care their eyes must hide,
Lest with the glance the heart be lured aside?
How may she know, to mend, her brethren's sin,
Whom grace baptismal guards from sympathy within?

Faith, as she lies on Jesus' breast,
Will humbly, gently, ask how best
She unentangled may discern
The wild wood path, and point the safe return
Heaven will instruct her, with averted gaze
To stoop and reach her arm, and grovelling sinners raise.
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