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“DISCOURAGED BECAUSE OF THE WAY.”
With the earth-dust on our raiment and the earth-tears on our cheek,
Wrestling sorely in our passion, in our patience very weak,
Far off, far off seems the city which from far we still must seek.
Wrestling sorely in our passion, in our patience very weak,
Far off, far off seems the city which from far we still must seek.
Past the sunrise and the sunset glories of the east and west,
Where the fair and good things ripen to the fairest and the best,
Where the heart beats on untiring, and in serving is at rest.
Where the fair and good things ripen to the fairest and the best,
Where the heart beats on untiring, and in serving is at rest.
Oh, the never-ceasing conflict! Oh, the stress on heart and brain!
“Lord, deliver us from evil!” mournfully we cry again;
But the underbreath of passion is “Deliver us from pain!”
“Lord, deliver us from evil!” mournfully we cry again;
But the underbreath of passion is “Deliver us from pain!”
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Look upon us, God and Father! there is none to save but Thee:
Look upon us, God and Father! strengthen Thou each feeble knee:
Thou canst make the deaf to hear, the dumb to speak, the blind to see.
Look upon us, God and Father! strengthen Thou each feeble knee:
Thou canst make the deaf to hear, the dumb to speak, the blind to see.
Shame on us, on us faint-hearted, pausing here to weep and moan,
When beyond all thought's conceiving is the glory we have known,
Seeing, Father, Thou didst love us into life who were but stone.
When beyond all thought's conceiving is the glory we have known,
Seeing, Father, Thou didst love us into life who were but stone.
Bid the weary silence break because of symphony and song,
And the weary darkness pass because of glory white and strong,
For the love that kills all coldness, and the right that slays all wrong.
And the weary darkness pass because of glory white and strong,
For the love that kills all coldness, and the right that slays all wrong.
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