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AFTERNOON
O Lord, let me not go!
All other things are past;
In heaven, in earth below,
I see but Thee at last!
Darkness, and deeps of death,
The sun has gone from space;
Out of the whole abyss
One star remains—Thy Face.
Sinking in unknown seas,
Lost from all hope of land,
I seek a Cross to cling unto,
And only find Thy Hand;—
My soul is in Thy Hand.
Wilt Thou let go?
All other things are past;
In heaven, in earth below,
I see but Thee at last!
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The sun has gone from space;
Out of the whole abyss
One star remains—Thy Face.
Sinking in unknown seas,
Lost from all hope of land,
I seek a Cross to cling unto,
And only find Thy Hand;—
My soul is in Thy Hand.
Wilt Thou let go?
But all is finished now:—
The hours were long and slow;
Though fast they flew and free
For those I do not know;
But through the night, the day,
Through all the weight of woe,
Thou hast not stirred from Me,
I have not let thee go.
I have not let thee go!
The hours were long and slow;
Though fast they flew and free
For those I do not know;
But through the night, the day,
Through all the weight of woe,
Thou hast not stirred from Me,
I have not let thee go.
I have not let thee go!
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