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[Alas my Lord]
Alas my Lord,
How should I wrestle all the livelong night
With Thee my God, my Strength and my Delight?
How should I wrestle all the livelong night
With Thee my God, my Strength and my Delight?
How can it need
So agonized an effort and a strain
To make Thy Face of Mercy shine again?
So agonized an effort and a strain
To make Thy Face of Mercy shine again?
How can it need
Such wringing out of breathless prayer to move
Thee to Thy wonted Love, when Thou art Love?
Such wringing out of breathless prayer to move
Thee to Thy wonted Love, when Thou art Love?
Yet Abraham
So hung about Thine Arm outstretched and bared,
That for ten righteous Sodom had been spared.
So hung about Thine Arm outstretched and bared,
That for ten righteous Sodom had been spared.
Yet Jacob did
So hold Thee by the clenched hand of prayer
That he prevailed, and Thou didst bless him there.
So hold Thee by the clenched hand of prayer
That he prevailed, and Thou didst bless him there.
Elias prayed,
And sealed the founts of Heaven; he prayed again
And lo, Thy Blessing fell in showers of rain.
And sealed the founts of Heaven; he prayed again
And lo, Thy Blessing fell in showers of rain.
Gulped by the fish,
As by the pit, lost Jonah made his moan;
And Thou forgavest, waiting to atone.
As by the pit, lost Jonah made his moan;
And Thou forgavest, waiting to atone.
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All Nineveh
Fasting and girt in sackcloth raised a cry,
Which moved Thee ere the day of grace went by.
Fasting and girt in sackcloth raised a cry,
Which moved Thee ere the day of grace went by.
Thy Church prayed on
And on for blessed Peter in his strait,
Till opened of its own accord the gate.
And on for blessed Peter in his strait,
Till opened of its own accord the gate.
Yea, Thou my God
Hast prayed all night, and in the garden prayed
Even while, like melting wax, Thy strength was made.
Hast prayed all night, and in the garden prayed
Even while, like melting wax, Thy strength was made.
Alas for him
Who faints, despite Thy Pattern, King of Saints:
Alas, alas, for me, the one that faints.
Who faints, despite Thy Pattern, King of Saints:
Alas, alas, for me, the one that faints.
Lord, give us strength
To hold Thee fast, until we hear Thy Voice
Which Thine own know, who hearing It rejoice.
To hold Thee fast, until we hear Thy Voice
Which Thine own know, who hearing It rejoice.
Lord, give us strength
To hold Thee fast until we see Thy Face,
Full Fountain of all Rapture and all Grace.
To hold Thee fast until we see Thy Face,
Full Fountain of all Rapture and all Grace.
But when our strength
Shall be made weakness, and our bodies clay,
Hold Thou us fast, and give us sleep till day.
Shall be made weakness, and our bodies clay,
Hold Thou us fast, and give us sleep till day.
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