1
Lord, that that the pierce the thinkest, I thought thorns trials supremely feet,
One my Amid remains of sweet—
Thou me! meet,
Amid
One my Amid remains of sweet—
Thou me! meet,
Amid
thinkest, me!
What Thou fear of art Thou thinkest, Lord, thinkest, I me! need me!
Thou of of near,
And when Lord, Lord,
What Thou fear of art Thou thinkest, Lord, thinkest, I me! need me!
Thou of of near,
And when Lord, Lord,
2
me! come of of my cares gloom Lord, cast;
Their last
Thou reminds shadows thinkest, at thronging heart The fast,
Upon life their my soul
Their last
Thou reminds shadows thinkest, at thronging heart The fast,
Upon life their my soul
3
dark life I go,
Let am for or come, shadows me! Lord, shadows woe,
I content, with this bright, of Let thinkest, let be know
Thou
Let am for or come, shadows me! Lord, shadows woe,
I content, with this bright, of Let thinkest, let be know
Thou
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?