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WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing	B
Which I would utter in thine ear my sire	C
Truth in the inward parts thou dost desire	C
Wise hunger not a fitness fine of speech	D
The little child that clamouring fails to reach	D
With upstretched hand the fringe of her attire	C
Yet meets the mother's hand down hurrying	B
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Even when their foolish words they turned on him	E
He did not his disciples send away	F
He knew their hearts were foolish eyes were dim	E
And therefore by his side needs must they stay	F
Thou will not Lord send me away from thee	G
When I am foolish make thy cock crow grim	E
If that is not enough turn Lord and look on me	G
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Another day of gloom and slanting rain	H
Of closed skies cold winds and blight and bane	H
Such not the weather Lord which thou art fain	H
To give thy chosen sweet to heart and brain	H
Until we mourn thou keep'st the merry tune	I
Thy hand unloved its pleasure must restrain	H
Nor spoil both gift and child by lavishing too soon	I
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But all things shall be ours Up heart and sing	B
All things were made for us we are God's heirs	J
Moon sun and wildest comets that do trail	K
A crowd of small worlds for a swiftness tail	K
Up from Thy depths in me my child heart bring	B
The child alone inherits anything	B
God's little children gods all things are theirs	J
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Thy great deliverance is a greater thing	B
Than purest imagination can foregrasp	L
A thing beyond all conscious hungering	B
Beyond all hope that makes the poet sing	B
It takes the clinging world undoes its clasp	L
Floats it afar upon a mighty sea	G
And leaves us quiet with love and liberty and thee	G
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Through all the fog through all earth's wintery sighs	M
I scent Thy spring I feel the eternal air	N
Warm soft and dewy filled with flowery eyes	M
And gentle murmuring motions everywhere	N
Of life in heart and tree and brook and moss	O
Thy breath wakes beauty love and bliss and prayer	N
And strength to hang with nails upon thy cross	O
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If thou hadst closed my life in seed and husk	P
And cast me into soft warm damp dark mould	Q
All unaware of light come through the dusk	P
I yet should feel the split of each shelly fold	Q
Should feel the growing of my prisoned heart	R
And dully dream of being slow unrolled	R
And in some other vagueness taking part	R
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And little as the world I should foreknow	I
Up into which I was about to rise	M
Its rains its radiance airs and warmth and skies	M
How it would greet me how its wind would blow	S
As little it may be I do know the good	R
Which I for years half darkling have pursued	R
The second birth for which my nature cries	M
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The life that knows not patient waits nor longs	T
I know and would be patient yet would long	U
I can be patient for all coming songs	T
But let me sing my one monotonous song	U
To me the time is slow my mould among	V
To quicker life I fain would spur and start	R
The aching growth at my dull swelling heart	R
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Christ is the pledge that I shall one day see	G
That one day still with him I shall awake	W
And know my God at one with him and free	G
O lordly essence come to life in me	G
The will throb let me feel that doth me make	W
Now have I many a mighty hope in thee	G
Then shall I rest although the universe should quake	W
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Haste to me Lord when this fool heart of mine	I
Begins to gnaw itself with selfish craving	B
Or like a foul thing scarcely worth the saving	B
Swoln up with wrath desireth vengeance fine	I
Haste Lord to help when reason favours wrong	U
Haste when thy soul the high born thing divine	I
Is torn by passion's raving maniac throng	U
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Fair freshness of the God breathed spirit air	N
Pass through my soul and make it strong to love	X
Wither with gracious cold what demons dare	N
Shoot from my hell into my world above	X
Let them drop down like leaves the sun doth sear	Y
And flutter far into the inane and bare	N
Leaving my middle earth calm wise and clear	Y
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Even thou canst give me neither thought nor thing	B
Were it the priceless pearl hid in the land	R
Which if I fix thereon a greedy gaze	Z
Becomes not poison that doth burn and cling	B
Their own bad look my foolish eyes doth daze	Z
They see the gift see not the giving hand	R
From the living root the apple dead I wring	B
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This versing even the reading of the tale	K
That brings my heart its joy unspeakable	A2
Sometimes will softly unsuspectedly hale	K
That heart from thee and all its pulses quell	B2
Discovery's pride joy's bliss take aback my sail	K
And sweep me from thy presence and my grace	C2
Because my eyes dropped from the master's face	C2
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Afresh I seek thee Lead me once more I pray	F
Even should it be against my will thy way	F
Let me not feel thee foreign any hour	C
Or shrink from thee as an estranged power	C
Through doubt through faith through bliss through stark dismay	F
Through sunshine wind or snow or fog or shower	C
Draw me to thee who art my only day	F
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I would go near thee but I cannot press	D2
Into thy presence it helps not to presume	E2
Thy doors are deeds the handles are their doing	B
He whose day life is obedient righteousness	F2
Who after failure or a poor success	D2
Rises up stronger effort yet renewing	B
He finds thee Lord at length in his own common room	E2
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Lord thou hast carried me through this evening's duty	G
I am released weary and well content	R
O soul put on the evening dress of beauty	G
Thy sunset flush of gold and purple blent	G
Alas the moment I turn to my heart	G
Feeling runs out of doors or stands apart	G
But such as I am Lord take me as thou art	G
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The word he then did speak fits now as then	I
For the same kind of men doth mock at it	G
God fools God drunkards these do call the men	I
Who think the poverty of their all not fit	G
Borne humbly by their art their voice their pen	I
Save for its allness at thy feet to fling	B
For whom all is unfit that is not everything	B
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O Christ my life possess me utterly	G
Take me and make a little Christ of me	G
If I am anything but thy father's son	I
'Tis something not yet from the darkness won	I
Oh give me light to live with open eyes	M
Oh give me life to hope above all skies	M
Give me thy spirit to haunt the Father with my cries	M
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'Tis hard for man to rouse his spirit up	L
It is the human creative agony	G
Though but to hold the heart an empty cup	L
Or tighten on the team the rigid rein	I
Many will rather lie among the slain	I
Than creep through narrow ways the light to gain	I
Than wake the will and be born bitterly	G
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But he who would be born again indeed	G
Must wake his soul unnumbered times a day	G
And urge himself to life with holy greed	G
Now ope his bosom to the Wind's free play	G
And now with patience forceful hard lie still	G2
Submiss and ready to the making will	G2
Athirst and empty for God's breath to fill	G2
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All times are thine whose will is our remede	G
Man turns to thee thou hast not turned away	G
The look he casts thy labour that did breed	G
It is thy work thy business all the day	G
That look not foregone fitness thou dost heed	G
For duty absolute how be fitter than now	I
Or learn by shunning Lord I come help thou	I
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Ever above my coldness and my doubt	G
Rises up something reaching forth a hand	G
This thing I know but cannot understand	G
Is it the God in me that rises out	G
Beyond my self trailing it up with him	E
Towards the spirit home the freedom land	G
Beyond my conscious ken my near horizon's brim	E
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O God of man my heart would worship all	H2
My fellow men the flashes from thy fire	C
Them in good sooth my lofty kindred call	H2
Born of the same one heart the perfect sire	C
Love of my kind alone can set me free	G
Help me to welcome all that come to me	G
Not close my doors and dream solitude liberty	G
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A loving word may set some door ajar	I2
Where seemed no door and that may enter in	I
Which lay at the heart of that same loving word	G
In my still chamber dwell thou always Lord	G
Thy presence there will carriage true afford	G
True words will flow pure of design to win	I
And to my men my door shall have no bar	I2
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My prayers my God flow from what I am not	G
I think thy answers make me what I am	J2
Like weary waves thought follows upon thought	G
But the still depth beneath is all thine own	I
And there thou mov'st in paths to us unknown	I
Out of strange strife thy peace is strangely wrought	G
If the lion in us pray thou answerest the lamb	J2
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So bound in selfishness am I so chained	G
I know it must be glorious to be free	G
But know not what full fraught the word doth mean	I
By loss on loss I have severely gained	G
Wisdom enough my slavery to see	G
But liberty pure absolute serene	I
No fre st visioned slave has ever seen	I
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For that great freedom how should such as I	K2
Be able to imagine in such a self	L2
Less hopeless far the miser man might try	K2
To image the delight of friend shared pelf	L2
Freedom is to be like thee face and heart	G
To know it Lord I must be as thou art	G
I cannot breed the imagination high	L2
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Yet hints come to me from the realm unknown	I
Airs drift across the twilight border land	G
Odoured with life and as from some far strand	G
Sea murmured whispers to my heart are blown	I
That fill me with a joy I cannot speak	M2
Yea from whose shadow words drop faint and weak	M2
Thee God I shadow in that region grand	G
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O Christ who didst appear in Judah land	G
Thence by the cross go back to God's right hand	G
Plain history and things our sense beyond	G
In thee together come and correspond	G
How rulest thou from the undiscovered bourne	I
The world wise world that laughs thee still to scorn	I
Please Lord let thy disciple understand	G
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'Tis heart on heart thou rulest Thou art the same	N2
At God's right hand as here exposed to shame	N2
And therefore workest now as thou didst then	I
Feeding the faint divine in humble men	I
Through all thy realms from thee goes out heart power	C
Working the holy satisfying hour	C
When all shall love and all be loved again	I