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"OF HIM THAT WAS READY TO PERISH."

LORD, I am waiting, weeping, watching for Thee:
 My youth and hope lie by me buried and dead,
 My wandering love hath not where to lay its head
  Except Thou say "Come to Me."

My noon is ended, abolished from life and light,
 My noon is ended, ended and done away,
 My sun went down in the hours that still were day,
  And my lingering day is night.

How long, O Lord, how long in my desperate pain
 Shall I weep and watch, shall I weep and long for Thee?
 Is Thy grace ended, Thy love cut off from me?
  How long shall I long in vain?

O God Who before the beginning hast seen the end,
 Who hast made me flesh and blood, not frost and not fire,
 Who hast filled me full of needs and love and desire
  And a heart that craves a friend,

Who hast said "Come to Me and I will give thee rest,"
 Who hast said "Take on thee My yoke and learn of Me,"
 Who calledst a little child to come to Thee,
  And pillowedst John on Thy breast;