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|  |  Hymns of Thayumanavar
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It is Thy bounden duty
To protect me firm with Thy Grace - 
Was it not thus thinking
That I adored Thee with folded hands?
No longer can I be tossed about
In the misery of accursed maya sea.
Take Thou, my life.
Oh! Thou, the Being Pervasive!

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