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whatsoever deeds he doeth- fixed In Me, as in his refuge- he hath
won For ever and for ever by My grace Th' Eternal Rest! So win thou!
In thy thoughts Do all thou dost for Me! Renounce for Me! Sacrifice
heart and mind and will to Me! Live in the faith of Me! In faith of
Me All dangers thou shalt vanquish, by My grace; But, trusting to
thyself and heeding not, Thou can't but perish! If this day thou
say'st, Relying on thyself, "I will not fight!" Vain will
the purpose prove! thy qualities Would spur thee to the war.
What thou dost shun, Misled
by fair
illusions, thou wouldst seek Against thy will, when the task comes
to thee Waking the promptings in thy nature set. There lives a
Master in the hearts of men Make their deeds, by subtle
pulling-strings, Dance to what tune HE will. With all thy soul Trust
Him, and take Him for thy succour, Prince! So- only so, Arjuna!-
shalt thou gain- By grace of Him- the uttermost repose, The Eternal
Place! Thus hath been opened thee This Truth of Truths, the Mystery
more hid Than any secret mystery.
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