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The Unchangeable.
My heart is smitten very sore,
My soul is withered like the grass,
My days like driven vapor pass,
Or bubbles breaking 'gainst the shore.
My soul is withered like the grass,
My days like driven vapor pass,
Or bubbles breaking 'gainst the shore.
I wander with the desert birds,
I bide among the owls of night,
While sons of evil brave the light
And deafen earth with haughty words.
I bide among the owls of night,
While sons of evil brave the light
And deafen earth with haughty words.
Because of Thee my drink is tears,
And ashes are my daily bread—
Because Thine anger flameth red
Against the sins that mark my years.
And ashes are my daily bread—
Because Thine anger flameth red
Against the sins that mark my years.
But Thou wilt turn again to save
The children of Thy holy hill;
And all the cruel Sires of ill
Shall cringe before thy shining glaive.
The children of Thy holy hill;
And all the cruel Sires of ill
Shall cringe before thy shining glaive.
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Thy glances pierce the morning's breath;
Thou bendest from Thine azure throne
To hear the captive's whispered moan
And free the spirits led to death.
Thou bendest from Thine azure throne
To hear the captive's whispered moan
And free the spirits led to death.
Of old, beyond our feeble thought,
Before the ages came to be,
Thy fingers made the earth and sea,
Thy hand the astral spaces wrought.
Before the ages came to be,
Thy fingers made the earth and sea,
Thy hand the astral spaces wrought.
Lo these, the wonders of thy power,
Shall fall like garments to decay;
Their stateliness shall pass away,
And Thou shalt change them in an hour.
Shall fall like garments to decay;
Their stateliness shall pass away,
And Thou shalt change them in an hour.
But Thou, O Father, art the same;
Thy wondrous, dazzling years endure;
And they shall stand rejoiced, secure,
Who love the beauty of Thy Name.
Thy wondrous, dazzling years endure;
And they shall stand rejoiced, secure,
Who love the beauty of Thy Name.
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