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I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.


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Added: 24 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 28 Apr 2025 7:00 AM | Viewed: 29773 times

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