Chapter 23 of 78

LINES.

LINES.

LINES.



Not thou from us, O Lord, but we

Withdraw ourselves from thee.

When we are dark and dead,

And Thou art covered with a cloud,

Hanging before Thee, like a shroud,

So that our prayer can find no way,

Oh! teach us that we do not say,

“Where is thy brightness fled?”

But that we search and try

What in ourselves has wrought this blame;

For thou remainest still the same;

But earth’s own vapours earth may fill

With darkness and thick clouds, while still

The sun is in the sky.

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