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Thou knowest, Lord,
Thou know’st my life’s deep story,
And all the mingled good and ill I do;
Thou seest my shame,
my few stray gleams of glory,
Where I am false
and where my soul rings true.
Lord, I am glad Thou know’st
my inmost being,
Glad Thou dost search
the secrets of my heart;
I would not hide
one folly from Thy seeing,
Nor shun Thy healing touch
to save the smart.
Like warp and woof
the good and ill are blended,
Nor do I see the pattern that I weave;
Yet in Thy love
the whole is comprehended,
And in Thy hand my future lot I leave.
Only, dear Lord,
make plain the path of duty;
Let not my shame
and sorrow weigh me down,
Lest in despair I fail to see its beauty,
And weeping vainly,
miss the victor’s crown.
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1898
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 139:1;
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CULLINGWORTH
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1869
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