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I am alone, yet not alone
I am not wise nor good
I cannot cleanse the filthy stains,--
I cannot lift mine eyes
I dare not tell it to my God
I drew the bolt aside
I have a thought that fills my mind
I have no tears to shed
I have not lost what I have given
I heard a knock without
I lift mine eyes--O Lord of grace
I lift mine eyes to where the Christ
I lift mine eyes to where Thou art
I lift my hands, and with my heart
I lift my heart to Thee,--
I lift my heart to Thee
I longed to tell my grief
I mused within my heart
I said "Ah, God, receive
I said "I'll tell it all
I sought the Lord at early morn
I sought the Lord when evening fell
I sought the Lord when noontide shone
I thought when shone the day
I wandered sore distressed
I will arise and seek Thy face
I will not yield my sword
I would not have a hand to guide
I would not have a will to rule
"If I must drink this cup," He prayed
Immortal Christ, all hail!
In childhood's morn, when wondering eyes
In mercy, Lord, Thy mercy send
In slumber Thou hast kept us
In supplication meek
In the dark of early morn
In the early morning
In Thy fair realm there is no gloom
In Thy realm of light above
In time of war, with strength endue
Is there no balm to heal?
It comes in silence as the light
It finds expression day by day
It is not in my power to choose
It is not lost what I have given
It is the hour of peace
It is the hour of praise
It is the hour of prayer
It may be in the morning, when the hills are bathed in light
It springs from love, from love divine;--
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