The Disciple Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEFE CBCB GHGH IJKJ LMLM NONO AMAM PNPN MMMM QRQR STST A UVUW XOXO YMYM MMMM ZBZB DA2FA2 ZB2ZB2 AC2AC2 OC2OC2 A TD2TD2 ME2ME2 B2F2B2F2 E2 G2OG2O PDPD ZMZM MC2MC2 ZG2ZG2 H2C2H2C2 MMMM G2OG2O P E2ME2M ZC2ZC2 E2ME2M MI2MI2 E2 ZE2ZE2 C2MC2M MJ2MJ2 ZE2ZE2 E2 MH2MH2 MZMZ K2MK2M PZPZ K2ZK2Z E2ME2M C2C2C2C2 E2 F2E2F2E2 L2ML2M C2PC2P E2ME2M M2MN2M F2MF2M MF2MF2 F2 MFMF MMMM F2MF2M J2MJ2M O2J2O2J2 F2 F2ZF2Z F2MF2M ML2ML2 MOMO F2P2F2P2 E2F2E2F2 Q2F2Q2F2 R2F2R2F2 F2 S2FS2D MMMM F2T2F2T2 U2MU2M MF2MF2 O2F2O2F2 DV2DV2 MW2MW2 MF2MF2 MZMZ F2YF2Y F2MF2M F2 P2F2P2F2 DJ2DJ2 ZYZY E2E2E2E2 MF2MF2 F2 F2F2F2F2 MX2MX2 E2Y2E2I2 DDDD F2Z2F2Z2 F2MF2M E2 A3F2A3F2 F2MF2M DZDZ XB3XB3 E2 F2F2F2F2 F2MF2M DMDM E2 DB3DB3 F2F2F2F2 F2MF2M MB3MB3 C3H2C3H2 ZF2ZF2 E2 ME2ME2 F2E2F2E2 A3MA3M F2MF2M MF2MF2 F2F2F2F2 E2 MMMM ZMZM MMMM M2F2M2F2 A3MA3M F2 E2ZE2Z DMDM E2ZE2Z F2 MDMD F2ZF2Z MMMM I2F2I2F2 E2ME2M F2 XF2XF2 MM2MM2 ZZZZ F2ZF2Z F2 MF2MF2 MMMM F2F2F2F2 MZMZ ZZZZ P2MP2M F2F2F2F2 XMXM F2 ME2ME2 DD3DD3 ZF2ZF2 E3F2E3F2 F2ZF2Z F2ZF2Z N2B3I2B3 F2DF2D E2 F2O2F2O2 F2MF2M MDMD E2 MMMM MMMM F2F3F2F3 F2ZF2Z X2E2X2E2 E2 O2MO2M W2F2W2F2 F2G3F2G3 E2F2E2F2 MMMM E2 DMDM MMMM DF2DF2 F2YF2Y E2 F2D3F2D3 H3DH3D DMDM F2H2F2H2 F2MF2M MZMZ F2I3F2I3 MMMM F2 F2MF2M ZZZZ F2I2F2I2 ZJ2ZJ3 F2F2F2F2 I2F2I2F2 MF2MF2 F2 S2G2S2G2 ZMZM MDMD K3MK3M X2MA3M MDMD ZF2ZF2 F2 F2L3F2L3 E2ME2M F2 ZE2ZE2 F2F2F2F2 M3F2M3F2 E2E2E2E2 G3MG3M MF2MF2 E2N3E2N3 DMDM E2F2E2F2 MDMD MF2MF2 F2DF2D ZMZM MYMY MF2MF2I | A |
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The times are changed and gone the day | B |
When the high heavenly land | C |
Though unbeheld quite near them lay | B |
And men could understand | C |
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The dead yet find it who when here | D |
Did love it more than this | E |
They enter in are filled with cheer | F |
And pain expires in bliss | E |
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All glorious gleams the blessed land | C |
O God forgive I pray | B |
The heart thou holdest in thy hand | C |
Loves more this sunny day | B |
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I see the hundred thousand wait | G |
Around the radiant throne | H |
Ah what a dreary gilded state | G |
What crowds of beings lone | H |
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I do not care for singing psalms | I |
I tire of good men's talk | J |
To me there is no joy in palms | K |
Or white robed solemn walk | J |
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I love to hear the wild winds meet | L |
The wild old winds at night | M |
To watch the cold stars flash and beat | L |
The feathery snow alight | M |
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I love all tales of valiant men | N |
Of women good and fair | O |
If I were rich and strong ah then | N |
I would do something rare | O |
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But for thy temple in the sky | A |
Its pillars strong and white | M |
I cannot love it though I try | A |
And long with all my might | M |
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Sometimes a joy lays hold on me | P |
And I am speechless then | N |
Almost a martyr I could be | P |
To join the holy men | N |
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Straightway my heart is like a clod | M |
My spirit wrapt in doubt | M |
A pillar in the house of God | M |
And never more go out | M |
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No more the sunny breezy morn | Q |
All gone the glowing noon | R |
No more the silent heath forlorn | Q |
The wan faced waning moon | R |
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My God this heart will never burn | S |
Must never taste thy joy | T |
Even Jesus' face is calm and stern | S |
I am a hapless boy | T |
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II | A |
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I read good books My heart despairs | U |
In vain I try to dress | V |
My soul in feelings like to theirs | U |
These men of holiness | W |
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My thoughts like doves abroad I fling | X |
Into a country fair | O |
Wind baffled back with tired wing | X |
They to my ark repair | O |
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Or comes a sympathetic thrill | Y |
With long departed saint | M |
A feeble dawn without my will | Y |
Of feelings old and quaint | M |
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As of a church's holy night | M |
With low browed chapels round | M |
Where common sunshine dares not light | M |
On the too sacred ground | M |
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One glance at sunny fields of grain | Z |
One shout of child at play | B |
A merry melody drives amain | Z |
The one toned chant away | B |
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My spirit will not enter here | D |
To haunt the holy gloom | A2 |
I gaze into a mirror mere | F |
A mirror not a room | A2 |
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And as a bird against the pane | Z |
Will strike deceived sore | B2 |
I think to enter but remain | Z |
Outside the closed door | B2 |
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Oh it will call for many a sigh | A |
If it be what it claims | C2 |
This book so unlike earth and sky | A |
Unlike man's hopes and aims | C2 |
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To me a desert parched and bare | O |
In which a spirit broods | C2 |
Whose wisdom I would gladly share | O |
At cost of many goods | C2 |
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III | A |
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O hear me God O give me joy | T |
Such as thy chosen feel | D2 |
Have pity on a wretched boy | T |
My heart is hard as steel | D2 |
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I have no care for what is good | M |
Thyself I do not love | E2 |
I relish not this Bible food | M |
My heaven is not above | E2 |
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Thou wilt not hear I come no more | B2 |
Thou heedest not my woe | F2 |
With sighs and tears my heart is sore | B2 |
Thou comest not I go | F2 |
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IV | E2 |
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Once more I kneel The earth is dark | G2 |
And darker yet the air | O |
If light there be 'tis but a spark | G2 |
Amid a world's despair | O |
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One hopeless hope there yet may be | P |
A God somewhere to hear | D |
The God to whom I bend my knee | P |
A God with open ear | D |
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I know that men laugh still to scorn | Z |
The grief that is my lot | M |
Such wounds they say are hardly borne | Z |
But easily forgot | M |
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What matter that my sorrows rest | M |
On ills which men despise | C2 |
More hopeless heaves my aching breast | M |
Than when a prophet sighs | C2 |
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AEons of griefs have come and gone | Z |
My grief is yet my mark | G2 |
The sun sets every night yet none | Z |
Sees therefore in the dark | G2 |
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There's love enough upon the earth | H2 |
And beauty too they say | C2 |
There may be plenty may be dearth | H2 |
I care not any way | C2 |
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The world hath melted from my sight | M |
No grace in life is left | M |
I cry to thee with all my might | M |
Because I am bereft | M |
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In vain I cry The earth is dark | G2 |
And darker yet the air | O |
Of light there trembles now no spark | G2 |
In my lost soul's despair | O |
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V | P |
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I sit and gaze from window high | E2 |
Down on the noisy street | M |
No part in this great coil have I | E2 |
No fate to go and meet | M |
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My books unopened long have lain | Z |
In class I am all astray | C2 |
The questions growing in my brain | Z |
Demand and have their way | C2 |
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Knowledge is power the people cry | E2 |
Grave men the lure repeat | M |
After some rarer thing I sigh | E2 |
That makes the pulses beat | M |
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Old truths new facts they preach aloud | M |
Their tones like wisdom fall | I2 |
One sunbeam glancing on a cloud | M |
Hints things beyond them all | I2 |
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VI | E2 |
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But something is not right within | Z |
High hopes are far gone by | E2 |
Was it a bootless aim to win | Z |
Sight of a loftier sky | E2 |
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They preach men should not faint but pray | C2 |
And seek until they find | M |
But God is very far away | C2 |
Nor is his countenance kind | M |
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Yet every night my father prayed | M |
Withdrawing from the throng | J2 |
Some answer must have come that made | M |
His heart so high and strong | J2 |
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Once more I'll seek the God of men | Z |
Redeeming childhood's vow | E2 |
I failed with bitter weeping then | Z |
And fail cold hearted now | E2 |
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VII | E2 |
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Why search for God A man I tread | M |
This old life bearing earth | H2 |
High thoughts awake and lift my head | M |
In me they have their birth | H2 |
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The preacher says a Christian must | M |
Do all the good he can | Z |
I must be noble true and just | M |
Because I am a man | Z |
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They say a man must watch and keep | K2 |
Lamp burning garments white | M |
Else he shall sit without and weep | K2 |
When Christ comes home at night | M |
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A man must hold his honour free | P |
His conscience must not stain | Z |
Or soil I say the dignity | P |
Of heart and blood and brain | Z |
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Yes I say well said words are cheap | K2 |
For action man was born | Z |
What praise will my one talent reap | K2 |
What grapes are on my thorn | Z |
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Have high words kept me pure enough | E2 |
In evil have I no part | M |
Hath not my bosom perilous stuff | E2 |
That weighs upon the heart | M |
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I am not that which I do praise | C2 |
I do not that I say | C2 |
I sit a talker in the ways | C2 |
A dreamer in the day | C2 |
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VIII | E2 |
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The preacher's words are true I know | F2 |
That man may lose his life | E2 |
That every man must downward go | F2 |
Without the upward strife | E2 |
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'Twere well my soul should cease to roam | L2 |
Should seek and have and hold | M |
It may be there is yet a home | L2 |
In that religion old | M |
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Again I kneel again I pray | C2 |
Wilt thou be God to me | P |
Wilt thou give ear to what I say | C2 |
And lift me up to thee | P |
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Lord is it true Oh vision high | E2 |
The clouds of heaven dispart | M |
An opening depth of loving sky | E2 |
Looks down into my heart | M |
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There is a home wherein to dwell | M2 |
The very heart of light | M |
Thyself my sun immutable | N2 |
My moon and stars all night | M |
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I thank thee Lord It must be so | F2 |
Its beauty is so good | M |
Up in my heart thou mad'st it go | F2 |
And I have understood | M |
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The clouds return The common day | M |
Falls on me like a No | F2 |
But I have seen what might be may | M |
And with a hope I go | F2 |
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IX | F2 |
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I am a stranger in the land | M |
It gives no welcome dear | F |
Its lilies bloom not for my hand | M |
Its roses for my cheer | F |
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The sunshine used to make me glad | M |
But now it knows me not | M |
This weight of brightness makes me sad | M |
It isolates a blot | M |
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I am forgotten by the hills | F2 |
And by the river's play | M |
No look of recognition thrills | F2 |
The features of the day | M |
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Then only am I moved to song | J2 |
When down the darkening street | M |
While vanishes the scattered throng | J2 |
The driving rain I meet | M |
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The rain pours down My thoughts awake | O2 |
Like flowers that languished long | J2 |
From bare cold hills the night winds break | O2 |
From me the unwonted song | J2 |
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X | F2 |
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I read the Bible with my eyes | F2 |
But hardly with my brain | Z |
Should this the meaning recognize | F2 |
My heart yet reads in vain | Z |
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These words of promise and of woe | F2 |
Seem but a tinkling sound | M |
As through an ancient tomb I go | F2 |
With dust filled urns around | M |
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Or as a sadly searching child | M |
Afar from love and home | L2 |
Sits in an ancient chamber piled | M |
With scroll and musty tome | L2 |
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So I in these epistles old | M |
From men of heavenly care | O |
Find all the thoughts of other mould | M |
Than I can love or share | O |
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No sympathy with mine they show | F2 |
Their world is not the same | P2 |
They move me not with joy or woe | F2 |
They touch me not with blame | P2 |
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I hear no word that calls my life | E2 |
Or owns my struggling powers | F2 |
Those ancient ages had their strife | E2 |
But not a strife like ours | F2 |
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Oh not like men they move and speak | Q2 |
Those pictures in old panes | F2 |
They alter not their aspect meek | Q2 |
For all the winds and rains | F2 |
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Their thoughts are full of figures strange | R2 |
Of Jewish forms and rites | F2 |
A world of air and sea I range | R2 |
Of mornings and of nights | F2 |
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XI | F2 |
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I turn me to the gospel tale | S2 |
My hope is faint with fear | F |
That hungriest search will not avail | S2 |
To find a refuge here | D |
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A misty wind blows bare and rude | M |
From dead seas of the past | M |
And through the clouds that halt and brood | M |
Dim dawns a shape at last | M |
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A sad worn man who bows his face | F2 |
And treads a frightful path | T2 |
To save an abject hopeless race | F2 |
From an eternal wrath | T2 |
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Kind words he speaks but all the time | U2 |
As from a formless height | M |
To which no human foot can climb | U2 |
Half swathed in ancient night | M |
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Nay sometimes and to gentle heart | M |
Unkind words from him go | F2 |
Surely it is no saviour's part | M |
To speak to women so | F2 |
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Much rather would I refuge take | O2 |
With Mary dear to me | F2 |
To whom that rough hard speech he spake | O2 |
What have I to do with thee | F2 |
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Surely I know men tenderer | D |
Women of larger soul | V2 |
Who need no prayer their hearts to stir | D |
Who always would make whole | V2 |
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Oftenest he looks a weary saint | M |
Embalmed in pallid gleam | W2 |
Listless and sad without complaint | M |
Like dead man in a dream | W2 |
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And at the best he is uplift | M |
A spectacle a show | F2 |
The worth of such an outworn gift | M |
I know too much to know | F2 |
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How find the love to pay my debt | M |
He leads me from the sun | Z |
Yet it is hard men should forget | M |
A good deed ever done | Z |
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Forget that he to foil a curse | F2 |
Did on that altar hill | Y |
Sun of a sunless universe | F2 |
Hang dying patient still | Y |
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But what is He whose pardon slow | F2 |
At so much blood is priced | M |
If such thou art O Jove I go | F2 |
To the Promethean Christ | M |
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XII | F2 |
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A word within says I am to blame | P2 |
And therefore must confess | F2 |
Must call my doing by its name | P2 |
And so make evil less | F2 |
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I could not his false triumph bear | D |
For he was first in wrong | J2 |
Thy own ill doings are thy care | D |
His to himself belong | J2 |
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To do it right my heart should own | Z |
Some sorrow for the ill | Y |
Plain honest words will half atone | Z |
And they are in thy will | Y |
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The struggle comes Evil or I | E2 |
Must gain the victory now | E2 |
I am unmoved and yet would try | E2 |
O God to thee I bow | E2 |
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The skies are brass there falls no aid | M |
No wind of help will blow | F2 |
But I bethink me I am made | M |
A man I rise and go | F2 |
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XIII | F2 |
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To Christ I needs must come they say | F2 |
Who went to death for me | F2 |
I turn aside I come I pray | F2 |
My unknown God to thee | F2 |
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He is afar the story old | M |
Is blotted worn and dim | X2 |
With thee O God I can be bold | M |
I cannot pray to him | X2 |
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Pray At the word a cloudy grief | E2 |
Around me folds its pall | Y2 |
Nothing I have to call belief | E2 |
How can I pray at all | I2 |
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I know not if a God be there | D |
To heed my crying sore | D |
If in the great world anywhere | D |
An ear keeps open door | D |
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An unborn faith I will not nurse | F2 |
Pursue an endless task | Z2 |
Loud out into its universe | F2 |
My soul shall call and ask | Z2 |
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Is there no God earth sky and sea | F2 |
Are but a chaos wild | M |
Is there a God I know that he | F2 |
Must hear his calling child | M |
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XIV | E2 |
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I kneel But all my soul is dumb | A3 |
With hopeless misery | F2 |
Is he a friend who will not come | A3 |
Whose face I must not see | F2 |
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I do not think of broken laws | F2 |
Of judge's damning word | M |
My heart is all one ache because | F2 |
I call and am not heard | M |
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A cry where there is none to hear | D |
Doubles the lonely pain | Z |
Returns in silence on the ear | D |
In torture on the brain | Z |
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No look of love a smile can bring | X |
No kiss wile back the breath | B3 |
To cold lips I no answer wring | X |
From this great face of death | B3 |
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XV | E2 |
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Yet sometimes when the agony | F2 |
Dies of its own excess | F2 |
A dew like calm descends on me | F2 |
A shadow of tenderness | F2 |
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A sense of bounty and of grace | F2 |
A cool air in my breast | M |
As if my soul were yet a place | F2 |
Where peace might one day rest | M |
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God God I say and cry no more | D |
But rise and think to stand | M |
Unwearied at the closed door | D |
Till comes the opening hand | M |
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XVI | E2 |
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But is it God Once more the fear | D |
Of No God loads my breath | B3 |
Amid a sunless atmosphere | D |
I fight again with death | B3 |
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Such rest may be like that which lulls | F2 |
The man who fainting lies | F2 |
His bloodless brain his spirit dulls | F2 |
Draws darkness o'er his eyes | F2 |
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But even such sleep my heart responds | F2 |
May be the ancient rest | M |
Rising released from bodily bonds | F2 |
And flowing unreprest | M |
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The o'ertasked will falls down aghast | M |
In individual death | B3 |
God puts aside the severed past | M |
Breathes in a primal breath | B3 |
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For how should torture breed a calm | C3 |
Can death to life give birth | H2 |
No labour can create the balm | C3 |
That soothes the sleeping earth | H2 |
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I yet will hope the very One | Z |
Whose love is life in me | F2 |
Did when my strength was overdone | Z |
Inspire serenity | F2 |
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XVII | E2 |
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When the hot sun's too urgent might | M |
Hath shrunk the tender leaf | E2 |
Water comes sliding down the night | M |
And makes its sorrow brief | E2 |
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When poet's heart is in eclipse | F2 |
A glance from childhood's eye | E2 |
A smile from passing maiden's lips | F2 |
Will clear a glowing sky | E2 |
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Might not from God such influence come | A3 |
A dying hope to lift | M |
Might he not send to poor heart some | A3 |
Unmediated gift | M |
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My child lies moaning lost in dreams | F2 |
Abandoned sore dismayed | M |
Her fancy's world with horror teems | F2 |
Her soul is much afraid | M |
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I lay my hand upon her breast | M |
Her moaning dies away | F2 |
She does not wake but lost in rest | M |
Sleeps on into the day | F2 |
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And when my heart with soft release | F2 |
Grows calm as summer sea | F2 |
Shall I not hope the God of peace | F2 |
Hath laid his hand on me | F2 |
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XVIII | E2 |
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But why from thought should fresh doubt start | M |
An ever lengthening cord | M |
Might he not make my troubled heart | M |
Right sure it was the Lord | M |
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God will not let a smaller boon | Z |
Hinder the coming best | M |
A granted sign might all too soon | Z |
Rejoice thee into rest | M |
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Yet could not any sign though grand | M |
As hosts of fire about | M |
Though lovely as a sunset land | M |
Secure thy soul from doubt | M |
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A smile from one thou lovedst well | M2 |
Gladdened thee all the day | F2 |
The doubt which all day far did dwell | M2 |
Came home with twilight gray | F2 |
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For doubt will come will ever come | A3 |
Though signs be perfect good | M |
Till heart to heart strike doubting dumb | A3 |
And both are understood | M |
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XIX | F2 |
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I shall behold him one day nigh | E2 |
Assailed with glory keen | Z |
My eyes will open wide and I | E2 |
Shall see as I am seen | Z |
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Of nothing can my heart be sure | D |
Except the highest best | M |
When God I see with vision pure | D |
That sight will be my rest | M |
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Forward I look with longing eye | E2 |
And still my hope renew | Z |
Backward and think that from the sky | E2 |
Did come that falling dew | Z |
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XX | F2 |
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But if a vision should unfold | M |
That I might banish fear | D |
That I the chosen might be bold | M |
And walk with upright cheer | D |
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My heart would cry But shares my race | F2 |
In this great love of thine | Z |
I pray put me not in good case | F2 |
Where others lack and pine | Z |
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Nor claim I thus a loving heart | M |
That for itself is mute | M |
In such love I desire no part | M |
As reaches not my root | M |
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But if my brothers thou dost call | I2 |
As children to thy knee | F2 |
Thou givest me my being's all | I2 |
Thou sayest child to me | F2 |
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If thou to me alone shouldst give | E2 |
My heart were all beguiled | M |
It would not be because I live | E2 |
And am my Father's child | M |
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XXI | F2 |
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As little comfort would it bring | X |
Amid a throng to pass | F2 |
To stand with thousands worshipping | X |
Upon the sea of glass | F2 |
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To know that of a sinful world | M |
I one was saved as well | M2 |
My roll of ill with theirs upfurled | M |
And cast in deepest hell | M2 |
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That God looked bounteously on one | Z |
Because on many men | Z |
As shone Judea's earthly sun | Z |
On all the healed ten | Z |
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No thou must be a God to me | F2 |
As if but me were none | Z |
I such a perfect child to thee | F2 |
As if thou hadst but one | Z |
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XXII | F2 |
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Oh then my Father hast thou not | M |
A blessing just for me | F2 |
Shall I be barely not forgot | M |
Never come home to thee | F2 |
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Hast thou no care for this one child | M |
This thinking living need | M |
Or is thy countenance only mild | M |
Thy heart not love indeed | M |
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For some eternal joy I pray | F2 |
To make me strong and free | F2 |
Yea such a friend I need alway | F2 |
As thou alone canst be | F2 |
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Is not creative infinitude | M |
Able in every man | Z |
To turn itself to every mood | M |
Since God man's life began | Z |
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Art thou not each man's God his own | Z |
With secret words between | Z |
As thou and he lived all alone | Z |
Insphered in silence keen | Z |
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Ah God my heart is not the same | P2 |
As any heart beside | M |
My pain is different and my blame | P2 |
My pity and my pride | M |
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My history thou know'st my thoughts | F2 |
Different from other men's | F2 |
Thou knowest all the sheep and goats | F2 |
That mingle in my pens | F2 |
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Thou knowest I a love might bring | X |
By none beside me due | M |
One praiseful song at least might sing | X |
Which could not but be new | M |
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XXIII | F2 |
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Nor seek I thus to stand apart | M |
In aught my kind above | E2 |
My neighbour ah my troubled heart | M |
Must rest ere thee it love | E2 |
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If God love not I have no care | D |
No power to love no hope | D3 |
What is life here or anywhere | D |
Or why with darkness cope | D3 |
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I scorn my own love's every sign | Z |
So feeble selfish low | F2 |
If his love give no pledge that mine | Z |
Shall one day perfect grow | F2 |
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But if I knew Thy love even such | E3 |
As tender and intense | F2 |
As tested by its human touch | E3 |
Would satisfy my sense | F2 |
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Of what a father never was | F2 |
But should be to his son | Z |
My heart would leap for joy because | F2 |
My rescue was begun | Z |
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Oh then my love by thine set free | F2 |
Would overflow thy men | Z |
In every face my heart would see | F2 |
God shining out again | Z |
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There are who hold high festival | N2 |
And at the board crown Death | B3 |
I am too weak to live at all | I2 |
Except I breathe thy breath | B3 |
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Show me a love that nothing bates | F2 |
Absolute self severe | D |
Even at Gehenna's prayerless gates | F2 |
I should not taint with fear | D |
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XXIV | E2 |
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I cannot brook that men should say | F2 |
Nor this for gospel take | O2 |
That thou wilt hear me if I pray | F2 |
Asking for Jesus' sake | O2 |
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For love to him is not to me | F2 |
And cannot lift my fate | M |
The love is not that is not free | F2 |
Perfect immediate | M |
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Love is salvation life without | M |
No moment can endure | D |
Those sheep alone go in and out | M |
Who know thy love is pure | D |
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XXV | E2 |
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But what if God requires indeed | M |
For cause yet unrevealed | M |
Assent to one fixed form of creed | M |
Such as I cannot yield | M |
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Has God made for Christ's sake a test | M |
To take or leave the crust | M |
That only he may have the best | M |
Who licks the serpent dust | M |
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No no the words I will not say | F2 |
With the responding folk | F3 |
I at his feet a heart would lay | F2 |
Not shoulders for a yoke | F3 |
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He were no lord of righteousness | F2 |
Who subjects such would gain | Z |
As yield their birthright for a mess | F2 |
Of liberty from pain | Z |
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And wilt thou bargain then with Him | X2 |
The priest makes answer high | E2 |
'Tis thou priest makest the sky dim | X2 |
My hope is in the sky | E2 |
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XXVI | E2 |
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But is my will alive awake | O2 |
The one God will not heed | M |
If in my lips or hands I take | O2 |
A half word or half deed | M |
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Hour after hour I sit and dream | W2 |
Amazed in outwardness | F2 |
The powers of things that only seem | W2 |
The things that are oppress | F2 |
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Till in my soul some discord sounds | F2 |
Till sinks some yawning lack | G3 |
Then turn I from life's rippling rounds | F2 |
And unto thee come back | G3 |
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Thou seest how poor a thing am I | E2 |
Yet hear whate'er I be | F2 |
Despairing of my will I cry | E2 |
Be God enough to me | F2 |
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My spirit low irresolute | M |
I cast before thy feet | M |
And wait while even prayer is mute | M |
For what thou judgest meet | M |
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XXVII | E2 |
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My safety lies not any hour | D |
In what I generate | M |
But in the living healing power | D |
Of that which doth create | M |
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If he is God to the incomplete | M |
Fulfilling lack and need | M |
Then I may cast before his feet | M |
A half word or half deed | M |
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I bring Lord to thy altar stair | D |
To thee love glorious | F2 |
My very lack of will and prayer | D |
And cry Thou seest me thus | F2 |
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From some old well of life they flow | F2 |
The words my being fill | Y |
Of me that man the truth shall know | F2 |
Who wills the Father's will | Y |
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XXVIII | E2 |
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What is his will that I may go | F2 |
And do it in the hope | D3 |
That light will rise and spread and grow | F2 |
As deed enlarges scope | D3 |
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I need not search the sacred book | H3 |
To find my duty clear | D |
Scarce in my bosom need I look | H3 |
It lies so very near | D |
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Henceforward I must watch the door | D |
Of word and action too | M |
There's one thing I must do no more | D |
Another I must do | M |
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Alas these are such little things | F2 |
No glory in their birth | H2 |
Doubt from their common aspect springs | F2 |
If God will count them worth | H2 |
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But here I am not left to choose | F2 |
My duty is my lot | M |
And weighty things will glory lose | F2 |
If small ones are forgot | M |
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I am not worthy high things yet | M |
I'll humbly do my own | Z |
Good care of sheep may so beget | M |
A fitness for the throne | Z |
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Ah fool why dost thou reason thus | F2 |
Ambition's very fool | I3 |
Through high and low each glorious | F2 |
Shines God's all perfect rule | I3 |
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'Tis God I need not rank in good | M |
'Tis Life not honour's meed | M |
With him to fill my every mood | M |
I am content indeed | M |
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XXIX | F2 |
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Will do shall know I feel the force | F2 |
The fullness of the word | M |
His holy boldness held its course | F2 |
Claiming divine accord | M |
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What if as yet I have never seen | Z |
The true face of the Man | Z |
The named notion may have been | Z |
A likeness vague and wan | Z |
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A thing of such unblended hues | F2 |
As on his chamber wall | I2 |
The humble peasant gladly views | F2 |
And Jesus Christ doth call | I2 |
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The story I did never scan | Z |
With vision calm and strong | J2 |
Have never tried to see the Man | Z |
The many words among | J3 |
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Pictures there are that do not please | F2 |
With any sweet surprise | F2 |
But gain the heart by slow degrees | F2 |
Until they feast the eyes | F2 |
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And if I ponder what they call | I2 |
The gospel of God's grace | F2 |
Through mists that slowly melt and fall | I2 |
May dawn a human face | F2 |
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What face Oh heart uplifting thought | M |
That face may dawn on me | F2 |
Which Moses on the mountain sought | M |
God would not let him see | F2 |
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XXX | F2 |
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All faint at first as wrapt in veil | S2 |
Of Sinai's cloudy dark | G2 |
But dawning as I read the tale | S2 |
I slow discern and mark | G2 |
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A gracious simple truthful man | Z |
Who walks the earth erect | M |
Nor stoops his noble head to one | Z |
From fear or false respect | M |
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Who seeks to climb no high estate | M |
No low consent secure | D |
With high and low serenely great | M |
Because his love is pure | D |
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Oh not alone high o'er our reach | K3 |
Our joys and griefs beyond | M |
To him 'tis joy divine to teach | K3 |
Where human hearts respond | M |
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And grief divine it was to him | X2 |
To see the souls that slept | M |
How often O Jerusalem | A3 |
He said and gazed and wept | M |
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Love was his very being's root | M |
And healing was its flower | D |
Love human love its stem and fruit | M |
Its gladness and its power | D |
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Life of high God till then unseen | Z |
Undreamt of glorious show | F2 |
Glad faithful childlike love serene | Z |
How poor am I how low | F2 |
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XXXI | F2 |
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As in a living well I gaze | F2 |
Kneeling upon its brink | L3 |
What are the very words he says | F2 |
What did the one man think | L3 |
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I find his heart was all above | E2 |
Obedience his one thought | M |
Reposing in his father's love | E2 |
His father's will he sought | M |
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XXXII | F2 |
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Years have passed o'er my broken plan | Z |
To picture out a strife | E2 |
Where ancient Death in horror wan | Z |
Faced young and fearing Life | E2 |
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More of the tale I tell not so | F2 |
But for myself would say | F2 |
My heart is quiet with what I know | F2 |
With what I hope is gay | F2 |
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And where I cannot set my faith | M3 |
Unknowing or unwise | F2 |
I say If this be what he saith | M3 |
Here hidden treasure lies | F2 |
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Through years gone by since thus I strove | E2 |
Thus shadowed out my strife | E2 |
While at my history I wove | E2 |
Thou wovest in the life | E2 |
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Through poverty that had no lack | G3 |
For friends divinely good | M |
Through pain that not too long did rack | G3 |
Through love that understood | M |
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Through light that taught me what to hold | M |
And what to cast away | F2 |
Through thy forgiveness manifold | M |
And things I cannot say | F2 |
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Here thou hast brought me able now | E2 |
To kiss thy garment's hem | N3 |
Entirely to thy will to bow | E2 |
And trust thee even for them | N3 |
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Who in the darkness and the mire | D |
Walk with rebellious feet | M |
Loose trailing Lo their soiled attire | D |
For heavenly floor unmeet | M |
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Lord Jesus Christ I know not how | E2 |
With this blue air blue sea | F2 |
This yellow sand that grassy brow | E2 |
All isolating me | F2 |
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Thy thoughts to mine themselves impart | M |
My thoughts to thine draw near | D |
But thou canst fill who mad'st my heart | M |
Who gav'st me words must hear | D |
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Thou mad'st the hand with which I write | M |
The eye that watches slow | F2 |
Through rosy gates that rosy light | M |
Across thy threshold go | F2 |
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Those waves that bend in golden spray | F2 |
As if thy foot they bore | D |
I think I know thee Lord to day | F2 |
Shall know thee evermore | D |
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I know thy father thine and mine | Z |
Thou the great fact hast bared | M |
Master the mighty words are thine | Z |
Such I had never dared | M |
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Lord thou hast much to make me yet | M |
Thy father's infant still | Y |
Thy mind Son in my bosom set | M |
That I may grow thy will | Y |
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My soul with truth clothe all about | M |
And I shall question free | F2 |
The man that feareth Lord to doubt | M |
In that fear doubteth thee | F2 |
George Macdonald
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