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The price is paid by that kind hand,
(For courts from all a price demand,)
He in his judge his Father sees;
Justice can list to Mercy's pleas!

Oh, Odo, wandering child, rejoice!
From hence obey thy parents' voice.
See how afar thy steps have stray'd
From the fair spot where first thou play'd;
See how e'en death and sin beset
Our way when we our home forget.
And weep that thou didst bring the brave
A sword that laid him in his grave.
And Mary, gentle maiden, weeps,
And life long a sad vigil keeps.

And still abroad the evil power
Is busy now, as in that hour.
Oh, Father! shield us evermore;
Let us thy wisdom e'er adore,
Lest, wandering children, we shall stray,
And lose our heavenly home and way.
When'er we stray, may thy dear Son
Bring us to thee, and every one
Receive with gratitude the pray'r,
His intercession, till we there,
In heaven, the spirit's home, find rest,
And be with thee forever blest.