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I ask not now for gold to gild an aching weary




I ask not now for gold to gild
An aching, weary frame;
The yearning of the mind is stilled,—
I ask not now for fame.


But, bowed in lowliness of mind,
I make my wishes known;
I only ask a will resigned,
O Father, to thine own.


In vain I task my aching brain,
The sage’s thoughts to scan;
I only feel how weak I am,
How poor and blind is man.


And now my spirit sighs for home,
And longs for light to see,
And like a weary child, would come,
O Father! unto thee.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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      1866# 814
      MUSIC
      Name: MEAR
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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