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My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod	A
My face is wan and white with many woes	B
But I will lift my poor chained hands to God	A
And for my children pray and for my foes	B
Beside the graves where thousands lowly lie	C
I kneel and weeping for each slaughtered son	D
I turn my gaze to my own sunny sky	C
And pray O Father let Thy will be done	D
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My heart is filled with anguish deep and vast	E
My hopes are buried with my children's dust	F
My joys have fled my tears are flowing fast	E
In whom save Thee our Father shall I trust	F
Ah I forgot Thee Father long and oft	G
When I was happy rich and proud and free	H
But conquered now and crushed I look aloft	G
And sorrow leads me Father back to Thee	H
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Amid the wrecks that mark the foeman's path	I
I kneel and wailing o'er my glories gone	J
I still each thought of hate each throb of wrath	I
And whisper Father let Thy will be done	D
Pity me Father of the desolate	K
Alas my burdens are so hard to bear	L
Look down in mercy on my wretched fate	M
And keep me guard me with Thy loving care	L
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Pity me Father for His holy sake	N
Whose broken heart bled at the feet of grief	O
That hearts of earth whenever they shall break	N
Might go to His and find a sure relief	O
Ah me how dark Is this a brief eclipse	P
Or is it night with no to morrow's sun	D
O Father Father with my pale sad lips	P
And sadder heart I pray Thy will be done	D
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My homes are joyless and a million mourn	Q
Where many met in joys forever flown	R
Whose hearts were light are burdened now and torn	Q
Where many smiled but one is left to moan	R
And ah the widow's wails the orphan's cries	S
Are morning hymn and vesper chant to me	H
And groans of men and sounds of women's sighs	S
Commingle Father with my prayer to Thee	H
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Beneath my feet ten thousand children dead	T
Oh how I loved each known and nameless one	D
Above their dust I bow my crownless head	T
And murmur Father still Thy will be done	D
Ah Father Thou didst deck my own loved land	U
With all bright charms and beautiful and fair	L
But foeman came and with a ruthless hand	U
Spread ruin wreck and desolation there	L
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Girdled with gloom of all my brightness shorn	Q
And garmented with grief I kiss Thy rod	A
And turn my face with tears all wet and worn	Q
To catch one smile of pity from my God	A
Around me blight where all before was bloom	V
And so much lost alas and nothing won	D
Save this that I can lean on wreck and tomb	V
And weep and weeping pray Thy will be done	D
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And oh 'tis hard to say but said 'tis sweet	W
The words are bitter but they hold a balm	X
A balm that heals the wounds of my defeat	W
And lulls my sorrow into holy calm	X
It is the prayer of prayers and how it brings	Y
When heard in heaven peace and hope to me	H
When Jesus prayed it did not angels' wings	Y
Gleam 'mid the darkness of Gethsemane	D
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My children Father Thy forgiveness need	Z
Alas their hearts have only place for tears	A2
Forgive them Father ev'ry wrongful deed	Z
And every sin of those four bloody years	B2
And give them strength to bear their boundless loss	C2
And from their hearts take every thought of hate	M
And while they climb their Calvary with their cross	C2
Oh help them Father to endure its weight	M
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And for my dead my Father may I pray	D2
Ah sighs may soothe but prayer shall soothe me more	E2
I keep eternal watch above their clay	D2
Oh rest their souls my Father I implore	E2
Forgive my foes they know not what they do	F2
Forgive them all the tears they made me shed	T
Forgive them though my noblest sons they slew	F2
And bless them though they curse my poor dear dead	T
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Oh may my woes be each a carrier dove	G2
With swift white wings that bathing in my tears	A2
Will bear Thee Father all my prayers of love	G2
And bring me peace in all my doubts and fears	B2
Father I kneel 'mid ruin wreck and grave	H2
A desert waste where all was erst so fair	L
And for my children and my foes I crave	H2
Pity and pardon Father hear my prayer	L

Abram Joseph Ryan

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