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I ask not now for gold to gild With mocking shine




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 heavenís 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 sageís 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
Meter: 8 8 8 6
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1848
      Bible Refs:
      MUSIC
      Name: MISERICORDIA
      Meter: 8 8 8 6
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1875
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        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
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        # 443Eb
        # 283Eb
        # 353Eb
        # 255Eb
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