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LOST AND FOUND
Though we long, in sin-wrought blindness,
From thy gracious paths have stray'd,
Cold to thee and all thy kindness,
Wilful, reckless or afraid;
Through dim clouds that gather round us
Thou hast sought, and Thou hast found us.
From thy gracious paths have stray'd,
Cold to thee and all thy kindness,
Wilful, reckless or afraid;
Through dim clouds that gather round us
Thou hast sought, and Thou hast found us.
Oft from Thee we veil our faces
Children-like to cheat Thine eyes;
Sin, and hope to hide the traces;
From ourselves ourselves disguise:
'Neath the webs enwoven round us
Thy soul-piercing glance hath found us.
Children-like to cheat Thine eyes;
Sin, and hope to hide the traces;
From ourselves ourselves disguise:
'Neath the webs enwoven round us
Thy soul-piercing glance hath found us.
Sudden, midst our idle chorus,
O'er our sin Thy thunders roll;
Death his signal waves before us,
Night and terror take the soul:
Till through double darkness round us
Looks a star,—and Thou hast found us.
O'er our sin Thy thunders roll;
Death his signal waves before us,
Night and terror take the soul:
Till through double darkness round us
Looks a star,—and Thou hast found us.
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O most merciful, most holy,
Light Thy wanderers on their way;
Keep us ever Thine, Thine wholly,
Suffer us no more to stray!
Cloud and storm oft gather round us:
We were lost,—but Thou hast found us.
Light Thy wanderers on their way;
Keep us ever Thine, Thine wholly,
Suffer us no more to stray!
Cloud and storm oft gather round us:
We were lost,—but Thou hast found us.
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