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[LXIX. Dear Lord, to Thee I cry aloud]
Dear Lord, to Thee I cry aloud!
My task is greater than my strength;
My spirit fails, my knees are bowed,
I sink beneath my load at length!
My task is greater than my strength;
My spirit fails, my knees are bowed,
I sink beneath my load at length!
Thus far I struggled, and thus far
Mere human courage bore me on:
I followed forth a setting star;
The guide is lost, the star is gone!
Mere human courage bore me on:
I followed forth a setting star;
The guide is lost, the star is gone!
O feet that toiled up Calvary,
O brow that bore the bloody crown,
O mortal God, I call on Thee,
Bruised by the world and trampled down!
O brow that bore the bloody crown,
O mortal God, I call on Thee,
Bruised by the world and trampled down!
I, clinging to Thy cross, invoke
Thy pity on a sinner's prayer!
Grant me a respite from this yoke—
Destruction, rather than despair!
Thy pity on a sinner's prayer!
Grant me a respite from this yoke—
Destruction, rather than despair!
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My race is run if here I fail,
And all my panting labor vain;—
Tear Thy pierced fingers from the nail,
And touch me into life again!
And all my panting labor vain;—
Tear Thy pierced fingers from the nail,
And touch me into life again!
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