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THOU art of this world Christ Thou know'st it all	B
Thou know'st our evens our morns our red and gray	C
How moons and hearts and seasons rise and fall	B
How we grow weary plodding on the way	C
Of future joy how present pain bereaves	D
Rounding us with a dark of mere decay	C
Tossed with a drift Of summer fallen leaves	D
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Thou knowest all our weeping fainting striving	E
Thou know'st how very hard it is to be	F
How hard to rouse faint will not yet reviving	E
To do the pure thing trusting all to thee	F
To hold thou art there for all no face we see	F
How hard to think through cold and dark and dearth	G
That thou art nearer now than when eye seen on earth	G
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Have pity on us for the look of things	D
When blank denial stares us in the face	D
Although the serpent mask have lied before	H
It fascinates the bird that darkling sings	D
And numbs the little prayer bird's beating wings	D
For how believe thee somewhere in blank space	D
If through the darkness come no knocking to our door	H
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If we might sit until the darkness go	I
Possess our souls in patience perhaps we might	J
But there is always something to be done	K
And no heart left to do it To and fro	I
The dull thought surges as the driven waves fight	J
In gulfy channels Oh victorious one	K
Give strength to rise go out and meet thee in the night	J
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Wake thou that sleepest rise up from the dead	L
And Christ will give thee light I do not know	I
What sleep is what is death or what is light	J
But I am waked enough to feel a woe	I
To rise and leave death Stumbling through the night	J
To my dim lattice O calling Christ I go	I
And out into the dark look for thy star crowned head	L
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There are who come to me and write and send	M
Whom I would love giving good things to all	B
But friend that name I cannot on them spend	M
'Tis from the centre of self love they call	B
For cherishing for which they first must know	I
How to be still and take the seat that's low	I
When Lord shall I be fit when wilt thou call me friend	M
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Wilt thou not one day Lord In all my wrong	N
Self love and weakness laziness and fear	O
This one thing I can say I am content	P
To be and have what in thy heart I am meant	P
To be and have In my best times I long	N
After thy will and think it glorious dear	O
Even in my worst perforce my will to thine is bent	P
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My God I look to thee for tenderness	D
Such as I could not seek from any man	Q
Or in a human heart fancy or plan	Q
A something deepest prayer will not express	D
Lord with thy breath blow on my being's fires	D
Until even to the soul with self love wan	R
I yield the primal love that no return desires	D
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Only no word of mine must ever foster	S
The self that in a brother's bosom gnaws	D
I may not fondle failing nor the boaster	S
Encourage with the breath of my applause	D
Weakness needs pity sometimes love's rebuke	T
Strength only sympathy deserves and draws	D
And grows by every faithful loving look	U
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'Tis but as men draw nigh to thee my Lord	V
They can draw nigh each other and not hurt	W
Who with the gospel of thy peace are girt	W
The belt from which doth hang the Spirit's sword	V
Shall breathe on dead bones and the bones shall live	X
Sweet poison to the evil self shall give	Y
And clean themselves lift men clean from the mire abhorred	V
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My Lord I have no clothes to come to thee	F
My shoes are pierced and broken with the road	Z
I am torn and weathered wounded with the goad	Z
And soiled with tugging at my weary load	Z
The more I need thee A very prodigal	A2
I stagger into thy presence Lord of me	F
One look my Christ and at thy feet I fall	B
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Why should I still hang back like one in a dream	B2
Who vainly strives to clothe himself aright	Z
That in great presence he may seemly seem	B2
Why call up feeling dress me in the faint	Z
Worn faded cast off nimbus of some saint	Z
Why of old mood bring back a ghostly gleam	B2
While there He waits love's heart and loss's blight	Z
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Son of the Father elder brother mine	C2
See thy poor brother's plight See how he stands	D
Defiled and feeble hanging down his hands	D
Make me clean brother with thy burning shine	C2
From thy rich treasures householder divine	C2
Bring forth fair garments old and new I pray	S
And like thy brother dress me in the old home bred way	S
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My prayer bird was cold would not away	S
Although I set it on the edge of the nest	Z
Then I bethought me of the story old	Z
Love fact or loving fable thou know'st best	Z
How when the children had made sparrows of clay	S
Thou mad'st them birds with wings to flutter and fold	Z
Take Lord my prayer in thy hand and make it pray	S
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My poor clay sparrow seems turned to a stone	D2
And from my heart will neither fly nor run	K
I cannot feel as thou and I both would	Z
But Father I am willing make me good	Z
What art thou father for but to help thy son	K
Look deep yet deeper in my heart and there	S
Beyond where I can feel read thou the prayer	S
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Oh what it were to be right sure of thee	F
Sure that thou art and the same as thy son Jesus	D
Oh faith is deeper wider than the sea	F
Yea than the blue of heaven that ever flees us	D
Yet simple as the cry of sore hurt child	Z
Or as his shout with sudden gladness wild	Z
When home from school he runs till morn set free	F
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If I were sure thou Father verily art	Z
True father of the Nazarene as true	S
Sure as I am of my wife's shielding heart	Z
Sure as of sunrise in the watching blue	S
Sure as I am that I do eat and drink	E2
And have a heart to love and laugh and think	E2
Meseems in flame the joy might from my body start	Z
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But I must know thee in a deeper way	S
Than any of these ways or know thee not	Z
My heart at peace far loftier proof must lay	S
Than if the wind thou me the wave didst roll	F2
Than if I lay before thee a sunny spot	Z
Or knew thee as the body knows its soul	F2
Or even as the part doth know its perfect whole	F2
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There is no word to tell how I must know thee	F
No wind clasped ever a low meadow flower	S
So close that as to nearness it could show thee	F
No rainbow so makes one the sun and shower	S
A something with thee I am a nothing fro' thee	F
Because I am not save as I am in thee	F
My soul is ever setting out to win thee	F
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I know not how for that I first must know thee	F
I know I know thee not as I would know thee	F
For my heart burns like theirs that did not know him	G2
Till he broke bread and therein they must know him	G2
I know thee knowing that I do not know thee	F
Nor ever shall till one with me I know thee	F
Even as thy son the eternal man doth know thee	F
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Creation under me in and above	H2
Slopes upward from the base a pyramid	Z
On whose point I shall stand at last and love	H2
From the first rush of vapour at thy will	I2
To the last poet word that darkness chid	Z
Thou hast been sending up creation's hill	I2
To lift thy souls aloft in faithful Godhead free	F
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I think my thought and fancy I think thee	F
Lord wake me up rend swift my coffin planks	D
I pray thee let me live alive and free	F
My soul will break forth in melodious thanks	D
Aware at last what thou wouldst have it be	F
When thy life shall be light in me and when	J2
My life to thine is answer and amen	J2
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How oft I say the same things in these lines	D
Even as a man buried in during dark	K2
Turns ever where the edge of twilight shines	D
Prays ever towards the vague eternal mark	K2
Or as the sleeper having dreamed he drinks	D
Back straightway into thirstful dreaming sinks	D
So turns my will to thee for thee still longs still pines	D
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The mortal man all careful wise and troubled	Z
The eternal child in the nursery doth keep	L2
To morrow on to day the man heaps doubled	Z
The child laughs hopeful even in his sleep	L2
The man rebukes the child for foolish trust	Z
The child replies Thy care is for poor dust	Z
Be still and let me wake that thou mayst sleep	L2
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Till I am one with oneness manifold	Z
I must breed contradiction strife and doubt	Z
Things tread Thy court look real take proving hold	Z
My Christ is not yet grown to cast them out	Z
Alas to me false judging 'twixt the twain	M2
The Unseen oft fancy seems while all about	Z
The Seen doth lord it with a mighty train	M2
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But when the Will hath learned obedience royal	A2
He straight will set the child upon the throne	D2
To whom the seen things all grown instant loyal	A2
Will gather to his feet in homage prone	D2
The child their master they have ever known	D2
Then shall the visible fabric plainly lean	N2
On a Reality that never can be seen	N2
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Thy ways are wonderful maker of men	J2
Thou gavest me a child and I have fed	Z
And clothed and loved her many a growing year	S
Lo now a friend of months draws gently near	S
And claims her future all beyond his ken	J2
There he hath never loved her nor hath led	Z
She weeps and moans but turns and leaves her home so dear	S
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She leaves but not forsakes Oft in the night	Z
Oft at mid day when all is still around	Z
Sudden will rise in dim pathetic light	Z
Some childish memory of household bliss	D
Or sorrow by love's service robed and crowned	Z
Rich in his love she yet will sometimes miss	D
The mother's folding arms the mother's sealing kiss	D
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Then first I think our eldest born although	I
Loving devoted tender watchful dear	S
The innermost of home bred love shall know	I
Yea when at last the janitor draws near	S
A still pale joy will through the darkness go	I
At thought of lying in those arms again	J2
Which once were heaven enough for any pain	M2
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By love doth love grow mighty in its love	H2
Once thou shalt love us child as we love thee	F
Father of loves is it not thy decree	F
That by our long far wandering remove	O2
From thee our life our home our being blest	Z
We learn at last to love thee true and best	Z
And rush with all our loves back to thy infinite rest	Z