By faltering spirit bound, O Lord,
By a stony heart, and a wandering tongue
Yet let Thy grace surround, O Lord
The darkened souls I live among.
O let Thy grace transcend, my Lord
All the unloveliness I bring
And let in me be found, O Lord
The mercy of the risen King.
The mercy of the King Who chose,
And cherished the unappealing ill
Who robbed from death its sting, and rose,
And aims to bring to death my will-
All purposes of mine, O Lord
Which scheme to rear themselves above
The path which must fulfill, O Lord
The glory of Your Sovereign love.
For He who snatched the pain from pain
Can bring of one death joy again!
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