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May 7 SORROW
“Godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be
repented of.”—2 Cor. vii. 10.
When sorrow came to me one day
I said, “O be my sister,
And with me hourly watch and pray!”
Then, stooping low, I kiss'd her.
And therefore in my heart she since has dwelt,
Fed at one table, at one altar knelt.
I said, “O be my sister,
And with me hourly watch and pray!”
Then, stooping low, I kiss'd her.
And therefore in my heart she since has dwelt,
Fed at one table, at one altar knelt.
But, ah, she hath a different name
To me in secret spoken,
Heard not until with utter shame
My stubborn heart was broken;
I knew not what was lasting joy before,
But now with thanks I suffer and adore.
To me in secret spoken,
Heard not until with utter shame
My stubborn heart was broken;
I knew not what was lasting joy before,
But now with thanks I suffer and adore.
O she is very kind and sweet,
She bids me care for others,
And wash with tears the beggars' feet
As though they were my brothers;
She shows me awe and reverence are most wise,
And through the valley to the mount we rise.
She bids me care for others,
And wash with tears the beggars' feet
As though they were my brothers;
She shows me awe and reverence are most wise,
And through the valley to the mount we rise.
She often does not tell me much—
I feel diviner motions,
A softer tone, a human touch,
Deeps opening in devotions;
She works in all I do like mystic leaven,
Her spirit seems the very breath of Heaven.
I feel diviner motions,
A softer tone, a human touch,
Deeps opening in devotions;
She works in all I do like mystic leaven,
Her spirit seems the very breath of Heaven.
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