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Though we long, in sin-wrought blindness,
From Thy holy ways have strayed,
Cold to Thee, and to Thy kindness,
Wilful, reckless, or afraid ;
Through dim clouds that gather round us
Thou hast sought, and Thou hast found us.
Oft from Thee we veil our faces,
Children-like, to cheat Thine eyes ;
Sin, and hope to hide the traces ;
From ourselves, ourselves disguise ;
'neath the webs we've woven round us
Thy soul-piercing glance has found us.
Sudden, midst our idle chorus,
O er our sin Thy thunders roll ;
Death his signal waves before us,
Night and terror take the soul ;
Till through double darkness round us
Looks a star, and Thou hast found us.
O most merciful, most holy,
Light Thy wanderers on their way;
Keep us ever Thine, Thine wholly,
Suffer us no more to stray !
Cloud and storm oft gather round us :
We were lost, but Thou hast found us.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 8 8
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Dates:
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1868
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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HERRE JEG HAR HANDLET ILLE
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8 7 8 7 8 8
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1871
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