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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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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1866 | # 814 |
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MEAR
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 302 | F | | # 326 | Bb | | # 625 | F | | # 143 | F | | # 347 | F | | # 365 | F |
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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