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O, send me not away! for I would drink,
Even I, the weakest, at the fount of life;
Chide not my steps, that venture near the brink,
Weary and fainting from the deadly strife.
Went I not forth undaunted and alone,
Strong in the majesty of human might?
Lo! I return, all wounded and forlorn,
My dream of glory lost in shades of night.
Was I not girded for the battle-field?
Bore I not helm of pride and glittering sword?
Behold the fragments of my broken shield,
And lend to me Thy heavenly armour, Lord!
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| # 17 | E | | # 420 | Eb | | # 382 | Eb | | # 17 | Eb | | # 42 | Eb | | # 902 | Eb | | # 62 | Eb | | # 420 | Eb | | # 17 | Eb | | # 632 | Eb | | # 638 | No key |
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