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Lord I am poor and know not how to speak	A
But since Thou art so great	B
Thou needest not that I should speak to Thee well	C
All angels speak unto Thee well	C
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Lord Thou hast all things what Thou wilt is Thine	D
More gold and silver than the sun and moon	E
All flocks and herds all fish in every sea	F
Mountains and valleys cities and all farms	G
Cots and all men harvests and years of fruit	H
Is any king arrayed like Thee who wearest	H
A new robe every morning Who is crowned	H
As Thou who settest heaven upon thy head	H
But as for me	F
For me if he be dead I have but Thee	F
Therefore because Thou art my sole possession	I
I will not fear to speak to Thee who art mine	D
For who doth dread his own	J
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Lord I am very sorrowful I know	K
That Thou delightest to do well to wipe	L
Tears from all eyes to bind the broken hearted	H
To comfort them that mourn to give to them	M
Beauty for ashes and to garb with joy	N
The naked soul of grief And what so good	H
But Thou that wilt canst do it Which of all	O
Thy works is less in wonder and in praise	P
Than this poor heart's desire Give me oh Lord	H
My heart's desire Wilt Thou refuse my prayer	Q
Who givest when no man asketh How great things	R
How unbesought how difficult how strange	S
Thou dost in daily pleasure Who is like Thee	F
Oh Lord of Life and Death The year is dead	H
It smouldered in its smoke to the white ash	T
Of winter but Thou breathest and the fire	U
Is kindled and Thy summer bounty burns	V
This is a marvel to me Day is buried	H
And where they laid him in the west I see	F
The mounded mountains Yet shall he come back	W
Not like a ghost that rises from his grave	X
But in the east the palace gates will ope	L
And he comes forth out of the feast and I	Y
Behold him and the glory after him	Z
Like to a messaged angel with wide arms	G
Of rapture all the honour in his eyes	A2
And blushing with the King In the dark hours	B2
Thou hast been busy with him for he went	H
Down westward and he cometh from the east	H
Not as toil stained from travel tho' his course	C2
And journey in the secrets of the night	H
Be far as earth and heaven This is a sum	D2
Too hard for me oh Lord I cannot do it	H
But Thou hast set it and I know with Thee	F
There is an answer Man also oh Lord	H
Is clear and whole before Thee Well I know	K
That the strong skein and tangle of our life	E2
Thou holdest by the end The mother dieth	F
The mother dieth ere her time and like	F2
A jewel in the cinders of a fire	U
The child endures Also the son is slain	G2
And she who bore him shrieks not while the steel	H2
Doth hack her sometime vitals and transfix	I2
The heart she throbbed with How shall these things be	F
Likewise oh Lord man that is born of woman	I
Who built him of her tenderness and gave	X
Her sighs to breathe him and for all his bones	J2
Poor trembler hath no wherewithal more stern	K2
Than bowels of her pity cometh forth	F
Like a young lion from his den Ere yet	H
His teeth be fangled he hath greed of blood	H
And gambols for the slaughter and being grown	J
Sudden with terrible mane and mouthing thunder	U
Like a thing native to the wilderness	L2
He stretches toward the desert while his dam	M2
As a poor dog that nursed the king of beasts	N2
Strains at her sordid chain and with set ear	O2
Hath yet a little longer in the roar	P2
And backward echo of his windy flight	H
Him seen no more This also is too hard	H
Too hard for me oh Lord I cannot judge it	H
Also the armies of him are as dust	H
A little while the storm and the great rain	G2
Beat him and he abideth in his place	Q2
But the suns scorch on him and all his sap	L
And strength whereby he held against the ground	H
Is spent as in the unwatched pot on the fire	U
When that which should have been the children's blood	H
Scarce paints the hollow iron Then Thou callest	H
Thy wind He passeth like the stowre and dust	H
Of roads in summer A brief while it casts	R2
A shadow and beneath the passing cloud	H
Things not to pass do follow to the hedge	S2
Swift heaviness runs under with a show	K
And draws a train and what was white is dark	T2
But at the hedge it falleth on the fields	U2
It falleth on the greenness of the grass	V2
The grass between its verdure takes it in	W2
And no man heedeth Surely oh Lord God	H
If he has gone down from me if my child	H
Nowhere in any lands that see the sun	I
Maketh the sunshine pleasant if the earth	F
Hath smoothed o'er him as waters o'er a stone	J
Yet is he further from Thee than the day	H
After its setting Shalt Thou not oh Lord	H
Be busy with him in the under dark	T2
And give him journey thro' the secret night	H
As far as earth and heaven Aye tho' Thou slay me	F
Yet will I trust in Thee and in his flesh	X2
Shall he see God But Lord tho' I am sure	Y2
That Thou canst raise the dead oh what has he	F
To do with death Our days of pilgrimage	Z2
Are three score years and ten why should he die	H
Lord this is grievous that the heathen rage	A3
And because they imagined a vain thing	B3
That Thou shouldst send the just man that feared Thee	F
To smite it from their hands Lord who are they	H
That this my suckling lamb is their burnt offering	B3
That with my staff oh Lord their fire is kindled	H
My ploughshare Thou dost beat into Thy sword	H
The blood Thou givest them to drink is mine	D
Let it be far from Thee to do to mine	D
What if I did it to mine own Thy curse	C3
Avengeth Do I take the children's bread	H
And give it to the dogs Do I rebuke	D3
So widely that the aimless lash comes down	E3
On innocent and guilty Do I lift	H
The hand of goodness by the elbowed arm	F3
And break it on the evil Not so Not so	K
Lord what advantageth it to be God	H
If Thou do less than I	H
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Have mercy on me	F
Deal not with me according to mine anger	U
Thou knowest if I lift my voice against Thee	F
'Tis but as he who in his fierce despair	Q
Dasheth his head against the dungeon stone	J
Sure that but one can suffer Yet oh Lord	H
If Thou hast heard if my loud passion reached	H
Thine awful ear and yet I think oh Father	U
I did not rage but my most little anger	U
Borne in the strong arms of my mighty love	G3
Seemed of the other's stature oh good Lord	H
Bear witness now against me Let me see	F
And taste that Thou art good Thou who art slow	K
To wrath oh pause upon my quick offence	F
And show me mortal Thou whose strength is made	H
Perfect in weakness ah be strong in me	F
For I am weak indeed How weak oh Lord	H
Thou knowest who hast seen the unlifted sin	W2
Lie on the guilty tongue that strove in vain	G2
To speak it Call my madness from the tombs	F
Let the dumb fiend confess Thee If I sinned	H
In silence if I looked the fool i' the face	F
And answered to his heart 'There is no God '	-
Now in mine hour stretch forth Thy hand oh Lord	H
And let me be ashamed As when in sleep	L
I dream and in the horror of my dream	H3
Fall to the empty place below the world	H
Where no man is no light no life no help	L
No hope And all the marrow in my bones	F
Leaps in me and I rend the night with fear	I3
And he who lieth near me thro' the dark	T2
Stretcheth an unseen hand and all is well	C
Tho' Thou shouldst give me all my heart's desire	U
What is it in Thine eyes Give me oh God	H
My heart's desire my heart's desire oh God	H
As a young bird doth bend before its mother	U
Bendeth and crieth to its feeding mother	U
So bend I for that good thing before Thee	F
It trembleth on the rock with many cries	F
It bendeth with its breast upon the rock	J3
And worships in the hunger of its heart	H
I tremble on the rock with many cries	F
I bend my beating breast against the rock	J3
And worship in the hunger of my heart	H
Give me that good thing ere I die my God	H
Give me that very good thing Thou standest Lord	H
By all things as one standeth after harvest	H
By the threshed corn and when the crowding fowl	K3
Beseech him being a man and seeing as men	L3
Hath pity on their cry respecting not	H
The great and little barley but at will	M3
Dipping one hand into the golden store	P2
Straweth alike nevertheless to them	M
Whose eyes are near their meat and do esteem	H3
By conscience of their bellies grain and grain	G2
Is stint or riches Let it oh my God	H
Be far from Thee to measure out Thy gifts	F
Smaller and larger or to say to me	F
Who	N3

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