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WE are a shadow and a shining we	B
One moment nothing seems but what we see	B
Nor aught to rule but common circumstance	C
Nought is to seek but praise to shun but chance	C
A moment more and God is all in all	D
And not a sparrow from its nest can fall	D
But from the ground its chirp goes up into his hall	D
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I know at least which is the better mood	E
When on a heap of cares I sit and brood	E
Like Job upon his ashes sorely vext	E
I feel a lower thing than when I stood	E
The world's true heir fearless as on its stalk	F
A lily meeting Jesus in his walk	F
I am not all mood I can judge betwixt	E
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Such differing moods can scarce to one belong	G
Shall the same fountain sweet and bitter yield	E
Shall what bore late the dust mood think and brood	E
Till it bring forth the great believing mood	E
Or that which bore the grand mood bald and peeled	E
Sit down to croon the shabby sensual song	G
To hug itself and sink from wrong to meaner wrong	G
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In the low mood the mere man acts alone	H
Moved by impulses which if from within	I
Yet far outside the centre man begin	I
But in the grand mood every softest tone	H
Comes from the living God at very heart	E
From thee who infinite core of being art	E
Thee who didst call our names ere ever we could sin	I
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There is a coward sparing in the heart	E
Offspring of penury and low born fear	J
Prayer must take heed nor overdo its part	E
Asking too much of him with open ear	K
Sinners must wait not seek the very best	E
Cry out for peace and be of middling cheer	J
False heart thou cheatest God and dost thy life molest	E
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Thou hungerest not thou thirstest not enough	L
Thou art a temporizing thing mean heart	E
Down drawn thou pick'st up straws and wretched stuff	L
Stooping as if the world's floor were the chart	E
Of the long way thy lazy feet must tread	E
Thou dreamest of the crown hung o'er thy head	E
But that is safe thou gatherest hairs and fluff	L
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Man's highest action is to reach up higher	M
Stir up himself to take hold of his sire	M
Then best I love you dearest when I go	N
And cry to love's life I may love you so	N
As to content the yearning making love	O
That perfects strength divine in weakness' fire	M
And from the broken pots calls out the silver dove	O
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Poor am I God knows poor as withered leaf	P
Poorer or richer than I dare not ask	Q
To love aright for me were hopeless task	Q
Eternities too high to comprehend	E
But shall I tear my heart in hopeless grief	P
Or rise and climb and run and kneel and bend	E
And drink the primal love so love in chief	P
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Then love shall wake and be its own high life	R
Then shall I know 'tis I that love indeed	E
Ready without a moment's questioning strife	R
To be forgot like bursting water bead	E
For the high good of the eternal dear	J
All hope all claim resting with spirit clear	J
Upon the living love that every love doth breed	E
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Ever seem to fail in utterance	S
Sometimes amid the swift melodious dance	C
Of fluttering words as if it had not been	I
The thought has melted vanished into night	E
Sometimes I say a thing I did not mean	T
And lo 'tis better by thy ordered chance	C
Than what eluded me floating too feathery light	E
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If thou wouldst have me speak Lord give me speech	U
So many cries are uttered now a days	V
That scarce a song however clear and true	W
Will thread the jostling tumult safe and reach	U
The ears of men buz filled with poor denays	V
Barb thou my words with light make my song new	W
And men will hear or when I sing or preach	U
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Can anything go wrong with me I ask	Q
And the same moment at a sudden pain	X
Stand trembling Up from the great river's brim	Y
Comes a cold breath the farther bank is dim	Y
The heaven is black with clouds and coming rain	X
High soaring faith is grown a heavy task	Q
And all is wrong with weary heart and brain	X
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Things do go wrong I know grief pain and fear	J
I see them lord it sore and wide around	E
From her fair twilight answers Truth star crowned	E
Things wrong are needful where wrong things abound	E
Things go not wrong but Pain with dog and spear	J
False faith from human hearts will hunt and hound	E
The earth shall quake 'neath them that trust the solid ground	E
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Things go not wrong when sudden I fall prone	H
But when I snatch my upheld hand from thine	Z
And proud or careless think to walk alone	H
Then things go wrong when I poor silly sheep	A2
To shelves and pits from the good pasture creep	A2
Not when the shepherd leaves the ninety and nine	Z
And to the mountains goes after the foolish one	B2
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Lo now thy swift dogs over stone and bush	C2
After me straying sheep loud barking rush	D2
There's Fear and Shame and Empty heart and Lack	E2
And Lost love and a thousand at their back	E2
I see thee not but know thou hound'st them on	F2
And I am lost indeed escape is none	B2
See there they come down streaming on my track	E2
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I rise and run staggering double and run	B2
But whither whither whither for escape	G2
The sea lies all about this long necked cape	G2
There come the dogs straight for me every one	B2
Me live despair live centre of alarms	V
Ah lo 'twixt me and all his barking harms	V
The shepherd lo I run fall folded in his arms	V
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There let the dogs yelp let them growl and leap	A2
It is no matter I will go to sleep	A2
Like a spent cloud pass pain and grief and fear	J
Out from behind it unchanged love shines clear	J
Oh save me Christ I know not what I am	H2
I was thy stupid self willed greedy lamb	H2
Would be thy honest and obedient sheep	A2
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Why is it that so often I return	I2
From social converse with a spirit worn	J2
A lack a disappointment even a sting	K2
Of shame as for some low unworthy thing	K2
Because I have not careful first of all	D
Set my door open wide back to the wall	D
Ere I at others' doors did knock and call	D
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Yet more and more of me thou dost demand	E
My faith and hope in God alone shall stand	E
The life of law not trust the rain and sun	B2
To draw the golden harvest o'er the land	E
I must not say This too will pass and die	E
The wind will change Round will the seasons run	B2
Law is the body of will of conscious harmony	B
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Who trusts a law might worship a god of wood	E
Half his soul slumbers if it be not dead	E
He is a live thing shut in chaos crude	E
Hemmed in with dragons a remorseless head	E
Still hanging over its uplifted eyes	V
No God is all in all and nowhere dies	V
The present heart and thinking will of good	E
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Law is our schoolmaster Our master Christ	E
Lived under all our laws yet always prayed	E
So walked the water when the storm was highest	E
Law is Thy father's thou hast it obeyed	E
And it thereby subject to thee hast made	E
To rule it master for thy brethren's sakes	V
Well may he guide the law by whom law's maker makes	V
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Death haunts our souls with dissolution's strife	R
Soaks them with unrest makes our every breath	L2
A throe not action from God's purest gift	E
Wipes off the bloom and on the harp of faith	M2
Its fretted strings doth slacken still and shift	E
Life everywhere perfect and always life	R
Is sole redemption from this haunting death	L2
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God thou from death dost lift me As I rise	V
Its Lethe from my garment drips and flows	V
Ere long I shall be safe in upper air	N2
With thee my life with thee my answered prayer	N2
Where thou art God in every wind that blows	V
And self alone and ever softly dies	V
There shall my being blossom and I know it fair	N2
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I would dig Master in no field but thine	Z
Would build my house only upon thy rock	O2
Yet am but a dull day with a sea sheen	T
Why should I wonder then that they should mock	O2
Who in the limbo of things heard and seen	T
Hither and thither blowing lose the shine	Z
Of every light that hangs in the firmament divine	Z
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Lord loosen in me the hold of visible things	V
Help me to walk by faith and not by sight	E
I would through thickest veils and coverings	V
See into the chambers of the living light	E
Lord in the land of things that swell and seem	P2
Help me to walk by the other light supreme	P2
Which shows thy facts behind man's vaguely hinting dream	P2
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I see a little child whose eager hands	V
Search the thick stream that drains the crowded street	E
For possible things hid in its current slow	N
Near by behind him a great palace stands	V
Where kings might welcome nobles to their feet	E
Soft sounds sweet scents fair sights there only go	N
There the child's father lives but the child does not know	N
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On eager hungry busy seeking child	E
Rise up turn round run in run up the stair	N2
Far in a chamber from rude noise exiled	E
Thy father sits pondering how thou dost fare	N2
The mighty man will clasp thee to his breast	E
Will kiss thee stroke the tangles of thy hair	N2
And lap thee warm in fold on fold of lovely rest	E
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The prince of this world came and nothing found	E
In thee O master but ah woe is me	B
He cannot pass me on other business bound	E
But spying in me things familiar he	B
Casts over me the shadow of his flight	E
And straight I moan in darkness and the fight	E
Begins afresh betwixt the world and thee	B
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In my own heart O master in my thought	E
Betwixt the woolly sheep and hairy goat	E
Not clearly I distinguish but I think	Q2
Thou knowest that I fight upon thy side	E
The how I am ashamed of for I shrink	Q2
From many a blow am borne on the battle tide	E
When I should rush to the front and take thy foe by the throat	E
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The enemy still hath many things in me	B
Yea many an evil nest with open hole	R2
Gapes out to him at which he enters free	B
But like the impact of a burning coal	R2
His presence mere straight rouses the garrison	B2
And all are up in arms and down on knee	B
Fighting and praying till the foe is gone	S2