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I ask not now for gold to guild
With mocking shine a weary frame;
The yearning of the mind is stilled,
I ask not now for Fame.
A rose-cloud, dimly seen above,
Melting in heaven’s blue depths away;
Oh, sweet, fond dream of human Love
For thee I may not pray.
To-day, beneath Thy chastening eye
I crave alone for peace and rest,
Submissive in Thy hand to lie,
And feel that it is best.
A marvel seems the Universe,
A miracle our Life and Death;
A mystery which I cannot pierce,
Around, above, beneath.
In vain I task my aching brain,
In vain the sage’s thought I scan,
I only feel how weak and vain,
How poor and blind, is man.
And now my spirit sighs for home,
And longs for light whereby to see,
And, like a weary child, would come,
O Father, unto Thee!
Thou oft, like letters traced on sand,
My weak resolves have passed away,
In mercy lend Thy helping hand
Unto my prayer to-day!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 6
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Dates:
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1848
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MISERICORDIA
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Meter:
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8 8 8 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1875
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 132 | Eb | | # 443 | Eb | | # 283 | Eb | | # 353 | Eb | | # 255 | Eb |
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