SUPPLICATION
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For He knoweth our frame, He remembereth that we are dust._--PSALMCIII. 14. Oh Lord, when all our bones are thrustBeyond the gaze of all but Thine;And these blaspheming tongues are dustWhich babbled of Thy name divine,How helpless then to carp or railAgainst the canons of Thy word;Wilt Thou, when thus our spirits fail,Have mercy, Lord? Here from this ebon speck that floatsAs but a mote within Thine eye,Vain sneers and curses from our throatsRise to the vault of Thy fair sky:Yet when this world of ours is stillOf this all-wondering, tortured horde,And none is left for Thee to kill--Have mercy, Lord! Thou knowest that our flesh is grass;Ah! let our withered souls remainLike stricken reeds of some morass,Bleached, in Thy will, by ceaseless rain.Have we not had enough of fire,Enough of torment and the sword?--If these accrue from Thy desire--Have mercy, Lord! Dost Thou not see about our feetThe tangles of our erring thought?Thou knowest that we run to greetHigh hopes that vanish into naught.We bleed, we fall, we rise again;How can we be of Thee abhorred?We are Thy breed, we little men--Have mercy, Lord! Wilt Thou then slay for that we slay,Wilt Thou deny when we deny?A thousand years are but a day,A little day within Thine eye:We thirst for love, we yearn for life;We lust, wilt Thou the lust record?We, beaten, fall upon the knife--Have mercy, Lord! Thou givest us youth that turns to age;And strength that leaves us while we seek.Thou pourest the fire of sacred rageIn costly vessels all too weak.Great works we planned in hopes that ThouFit wisdom therefor wouldst accord;Thou wrotest failure on our brow--Have mercy, Lord! Could we but know, as Thou dost know--Hold the whole scheme at once in mind!Yet, dost Thou watch our anxious woeWho piece with palsied hands and blindThe fragments of our little plan,To thrive and earn Thy blest reward,And make and keep the world of man--Have mercy, Lord! Thou settest the sun within his placeTo light the world, the world is Thine,Put in our hands and through Thy graceTo be subdued and made divine.Whether we serve Thee ill or well,Thou knowest our frame, nor canst affordTo leave Thy own for long in hell--Have mercy, Lord!
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