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LEVAVI OCULOS.
In trouble for my sin, I cried to God;
To the Great God who dwelleth in the deeps.
The deeps return not any voice or sign.
To the Great God who dwelleth in the deeps.
The deeps return not any voice or sign.
But with my soul I know thee, O Great God;
The soul thou gavest knoweth thee, Great God;
And with my soul I sorrow for my sin.
The soul thou gavest knoweth thee, Great God;
And with my soul I sorrow for my sin.
Full sure I am there is no joy in sin,
Joy-scented Peace is trampled under foot,
Like a white growing blossom into mud.
Joy-scented Peace is trampled under foot,
Like a white growing blossom into mud.
Sin is establish'd subtly in the heart
As a disease; like a magician foul
Ruleth the better thoughts against their will.
As a disease; like a magician foul
Ruleth the better thoughts against their will.
Only the rays of God can cure the heart,
Purge it of evil: there's no other way
Except to turn with the whole heart to God.
Purge it of evil: there's no other way
Except to turn with the whole heart to God.
In heavenly sunlight live no shades of fear;
The soul there, busy or at rest, hath peace;
And music floweth from the various world.
The soul there, busy or at rest, hath peace;
And music floweth from the various world.
The Power is great and good, and is our God.
There needeth not a word but only these;
Our God is good, our God is great. 'Tis well.
There needeth not a word but only these;
Our God is good, our God is great. 'Tis well.
All things are ever God's; men's thoughts of things
Are warp'd with evil will and stain'd with sin;
God, and the things of God, immutable.
Are warp'd with evil will and stain'd with sin;
God, and the things of God, immutable.
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Great Master, how I fain would lift myself
Above men's network foolishness, and move
In thy unfenced, unmeasured warmth and light!
Above men's network foolishness, and move
In thy unfenced, unmeasured warmth and light!
Lo, when I rise a very little way,
The fences, nets, and pitfalls change to lines
Drawn on a map; anon they disappear;
The fences, nets, and pitfalls change to lines
Drawn on a map; anon they disappear;
All shows of things are seen as parts of truth;
My soul, if busy or at rest, hath peace,
Hath visions of the House of Perfect Peace!
My soul, if busy or at rest, hath peace,
Hath visions of the House of Perfect Peace!
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