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SO shall abundant entrance me be given	B
Into the truth my life's inheritance	C
Lo as the sun shoots straight from out his tomb	D
God floated casting round a lordly glance	E
Into the corners of his endless room	D
So through the rent which thou O Christ hast riven	B
I enter liberty's divine expanse	E
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It will be so ah so it is not now	F
Who seeks thee for a little lazy peace	G
Then like a man all weary of the plough	F
That leaves it standing in the furrow's crease	G
Turns from thy presence for a foolish while	H
Till comes again the rasp of unrest's file	H
From liberty is distant many a mile	H
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Like one that stops and drinks and turns and goes	I
Into a land where never water flows	I
There travels on the dry and thirsty day	J
Until the hot night veils the farther way	J
Then turns and finds again the bubbling pool	K
Here would I build my house take up my stay	J
Nor ever leave my Sychar's margin cool	K
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Keep me Lord with thee I call from out the dark	L
Hear in thy light of which I am a spark	L
I know not what is mine and what is thine	M
Of branch and stem I miss the differing mark	L
But if a mere hair's breadth me separateth	N
That hair's breadth is eternal infinite death	N
For sap thy dead branch calls O living vine	M
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I have no choice I must do what I can	O
But thou dost me and all things else as well	P
Thou wilt take care thy child shall grow a man	O
Rouse thee my faith be king with life be one	B
To trust in God is action's highest kind	Q
Who trusts in God his heart with life doth swell	P
Faith opens all the windows to God's wind	Q
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O Father thou art my eternity	R
Not on the clasp Of consciousness on thee	R
My life depends and I can well afford	S
All to forget so thou remember Lord	S
In thee I rest in sleep thou dost me fold	T
In thee I labour still in thee grow old	T
And dying shall I not in thee my Life be bold	T
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In holy things may be unholy greed	U
Thou giv'st a glimpse of many a lovely thing	V
Not to be stored for use in any mind	Q
But only for the present spiritual need	U
The holiest bread if hoarded soon will breed	U
The mammon moth the having pride I find	Q
'Tis momently thy heart gives out heart quickening	V
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It is thyself and neither this nor that	W
Nor anything told taught or dreamed of thee	R
That keeps us live The holy maid who sat	W
Low at thy feet choosing the better part	X
Rising bore with her what a memory	R
Yet brooding only on that treasure she	R
Had soon been roused by conscious loss of heart	X
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I am a fool when I would stop and think	Y
And lest I lose my thoughts from duty shrink	Y
It is but avarice in another shape	Z
'Tis as the vine branch were to hoard the grape	Z
Nor trust the living root beneath the sod	A2
What trouble is that child to thee my God	A2
Who sips thy gracious cup and will not drink	Y
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True faithful action only is the life	B2
The grapes for which we feel the pruning knife	B2
Thoughts are but leaves they fall and feed the ground	C2
The holy seasons swift and slow go round	C2
The ministering leaves return fresh large and rife	B2
But fresher larger more thoughts to the brain	D2
Farewell my dove come back hope laden through the rain	D2
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Well may this body poorer feebler grow	E2
It is undressing for its last sweet bed	F2
But why should the soul which death shall never know	E2
Authority and power and memory shed	F2
It is that love with absolute faith would wed	F2
God takes the inmost garments off his child	G2
To have him in his arms naked and undefiled	G2
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Thou art my knowledge and my memory	R
No less than my real deeper life my love	H2
I will not fool degrade myself to trust	G2
In less than that which maketh me say Me	R
In less than that causing itself to be	R
Then art within me behind beneath above	H2
I will be thine because I may and must	G2
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Thou art the truth the life Thou Lord wilt see	R
To every question that perplexes me	R
I am thy being and my dignity	R
Is written with my name down in thy book	I2
Thou wilt care for it Never shall I think	Y
Of anything that thou mightst overlook	I2
In faith born triumph at thy feet I sink	Y
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Thou carest more for that which I call mine	M
In same sort better manner than I could	G2
Even if I knew creation's ends divine	M
Rousing in me this vague desire of good	G2
Thou art more to me than my desires' whole brood	G2
Thou art the only person and I cry	J2
Unto the father I of this my I	J2
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Thou who inspirest prayer then bend'st thine ear	K2
It crying with love's grand respect to hear	K2
I cannot give myself to thee aright	G2
With the triumphant uttermost of gift	G2
That cannot be till I am full of light	G2
To perfect deed a perfect will must lift	G2
Inspire possess compel me first of every might	G2
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I do not wonder men can ill believe	L2
Who make poor claims upon thee perfect Lord	G2
Then most I trust when most I would receive	L2
I wonder not that such do pray and grieve	L2
The God they think to be God is not fit	G2
Then only in thy glory I seem to sit	G2
When my heart claims from thine an infinite accord	G2
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More life I need ere I myself can be	R
Sometimes when the eternal tide ebbs low	E2
A moment weary of my life I grow	E2
Weary of my existence' self I mean	M2
Not of its plodding not its wind and snow	E2
Then to thy knee trusting I turn and lean	M2
Thou will'st I live and I do will with thee	R
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Dost thou mean sometimes that we should forget thee	R
Dropping the veil of things 'twixt thee and us	N2
Ah not that we should lose thee and regret thee	R
But that we turning from our windows thus	N2
The frost fixed God should vanish from the pane	D2
Sun melted and a moment Father let thee	R
Look like thyself straight into heart and brain	D2
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For sometimes when I am busy among men	O2
With heart and brain an open thoroughfare	P2
For faces words and thoughts other than mine	M
And a pause comes at length oh sudden then	O2
Back throbs the tide with rush exultant rare	P2
And for a gentle moment I divine	M
Thy dawning presence flush my tremulous air	P2
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If I have to forget thee do thou see	R
It be a good not bad forgetfulness	R
That all its mellow truthful air be free	R
From dusty noes and soft with many a yes	R
That as thy breath my life my life may be	R
Man's breath So when thou com'st at hour unknown	Q2
Thou shalt find nothing in me but thine own	Q2
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Thou being in me in my deepest me	R
Through all the time I do not think of thee	R
Shall I not grow at last so true within	R2
As to forget thee and yet never sin	R2
Shall I not walk the loud world's busy way	J
Yet in thy palace porch sit all the day	J
Not conscious think of thee yet never from thee stray	J
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Forget Oh must it be Would it were rather	S2
That every sense was so filled with my father	S2
That not in anything could I forget him	T2
But deepest highest must in all things set him	T2
Yet if thou think in me God what great matter	S2
Though my poor thought to former break and latter	S2
As now my best thoughts break before thee foiled and scatter	S2
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Some way there must be of my not forgetting	V
And thither thou art leading me my God	G2
The child that weary of his mother's petting	V
Runs out the moment that his feet are shod	G2
May see her face in every flower he sees	R
And she although beyond the window sitting	V
Be nearer him than when he sat upon her knees	R
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What if when I at last at the long last	G2
Shall see thy face my Lord my life's delight	G2
It should not be the face that hath been glassed	G2
In poor imagination's mirror slight	G2
Will my soul sink and shall I stand aghast	G2
Beggared of hope my heart a conscious blight	G2
Amazed and lost death's bitterness come and not passed	G2
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Ah no for from thy heart the love will press	R
And shining from thy perfect human face	R
Will sink into me like the father's kiss	R
And deepening wide the gulf of consciousness	R
Beyond imagination's lowest abyss	R
Will with the potency of creative grace	R
Lord it throughout the larger thinking place	R
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Thus God possessed new born ah not for long	U2
Should I the sight behold beatified	G2
Know it creating in me feel the throng	U2
Of speechless hopes out throbbing like a tide	G2
And my heart rushing borne aloft the flood	G2
To offer at his feet its living blood	G2
Ere glory hid the other face I spied	G2
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For out imagination is in small	V2
And with the making difference that must be	R
Mirror of God's creating mirror all	V2
That shows itself therein that formeth he	R
And there is Christ no bodiless vanity	R
Though face to face the mighty perfectness	R
With glory blurs the dim reflected less	R
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I clasp thy feet O father of the living	V
Thou wilt not let my fluttering hopes be more	W2
Or lovelier or greater than thy giving	V
Surely thy ships will bring to my poor shore	W2
Of gold and peacocks such a shining store	W2
As will laugh all the dreams to holy scorn	X2
Of love and sorrow that were ever born	X2
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Sometimes it seems pure natural to trust	G2
And trust right largely grandly infinitely	R
Daring the splendour of the giver's part	G2
At other times the whole earth is but dust	G2
The sky is dust yea dust the human heart	G2
Then art thou nowhere there is no room for thee	R
In the great dust heap of eternity	R
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But why should it be possible to mistrust	G2
Nor possible only but its opposite hard	G2
Why should not man believe because he must	G2
By sight's compulsion Why should he be scarred	G2
With conflict worn with doubting fine and long	U2
No man is fit for heaven's musician throng	U2
Who has not tuned an instrument all shook and jarred	G2
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Therefore O Lord when all things common seem	Y2
When all is dust and self the centre clod	G2
When grandeur is a hopeless foolish dream	Y2
And anxious care more reasonable than God	G2
Out of the ashes I will call to thee	R
In spite of dead distrust call earnestly	R
Oh thou who livest call then answer dying me	R