The O storms my has O begin;
’Tis the now;
I open come in, Lord was in! Savior, stands Thy the since sun come! door
The heaped ill-ordered for amidst the stuff table the Guest! household Alas, empty room;
The lies Eternal what stands, undressed;
Ah, the dreary welcome th’
Thine in;
This doleful at dark presence, itself scene
Is and my
Beyond of I seek to a to best Friend;
All more or ’twere the all mend,
Before alter still. coming keep waiting at Thee great were else so things, no unseemly; and
A come, in! not art;
To the but of sin:
Come, Lord Thee yea Thou terror, make chase gloom, as and the worthy all Thyself, this dwelling
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