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FABER'S HYMNS. |
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Deeper! — dark ! dark ! But yet I follow;
Tighten, dear Lord! Thy clasp ! How suddenly earth seems to hollow,
There is nothing left to grasp !
I cannot feel Thee; art Thou near?
It is all too dark to see ; But let me feel Thee, Saviour dear!
I can go on with Thee.
What speed ! How icy-smooth these stones !
Oh might we make less haste ? How the caves echo back my moans
From some invisible waste !
May we not rest, dear Help ? Oh no,
Not on a road so steep ! Sweet Saviour ! have we far to go ?
Ah how I long for sleep!
Loose sand — and all things sinking! Hark,
The murmur of a sea ! Saviour ! it is intensely dark ;
Is it near Eternity?
Can I fall from Thee even now?
Both hands, dear Lord! both hands ! Why dost thou lie so deep, so low,
Thou shore of the Happy Lands ? |
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