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Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep
For human ministry;
It knows not how to tell itself
To any but to Thee.
Thou dost remember still, amid
The glories of God's throne,
The sorrows of mortality,
For they were once thine own.
Yes: for, as if thou wouldst be God,
Even in thy misery,
There's been no sorrow but thine own,
Untouched by sympathy.
Jesus, my fainting spirit brings
Its fearfulness to Thee;
Thine eye, at least, can penetrate
The clouded mystery.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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