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- I
cannot from myself escape
- nor
ever o'er my thinking rise
- to
reach out to the stars above
- beyond
the ever-cloudy skies.
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- I
live in this small, lifelike shell
- from
where I see my every day
- through
blinded eyes in shrouded light
- and
stand on feet of weakest clay.
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- I
cannot bring my vassal heart
- to
truly love or care for ought,
- but
turn my thoughts upon myself;
- care
not at all “What God hath wrought."
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- How
oft I've wished that I could raise
- myself
to higher realms of thought,
- to
think of greater, nobler things,
- but
though I try, I just cannot.
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- Doomed
am I to fill my days
- within
this body weak and frail;
- condemned
to everlasting pain
- and
sure that all my efforts fail.
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- Is
there a one can change my fate--
- to
raise this feeble frame above
- the
daily misery and strife,
- to
show my eyes the way to love?
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- Yes,
there is one who lifts the veil
- of
human darkness, mortal sight;
- who
shows the way to heaven above
- and
brings us into God's pure light.
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- This
one is Jesus, Savior, Lord,
- Counselor,
Almighty Guide,
- who
died for us, we sinners all,
- and
stands at the Almighty's side.
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- To
you, my Lord, I now resign
- my
sovereign will, my vagrant mind;
- and
pray you bring me safe along
- the
path of life, true life to find.
-
- I
now perceive that life is more
- than
endless days of emptiness.
- I
see that you have made me for
- your
glory and your righteousness.
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- I
am to you your willing slave;
- please
use me as your will demands.
- I
throw myself upon your grace
- and
place myself in your strong hands.
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- And
Lord, as this life leaves my breast,
- may
I Iook full into your face
- to
praise you for my changéd heart;
- to
thank you for your saving grace.
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- Lauren
Lilly, 1993
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