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Long
I Sought Thee
Long
I sought thee, Spirit Holy
Master
Spirit, meek and lowly;
Sought
thee with a silent sorrow,
brooding
over the woes of men
Vainly
sought thy yoke of meekness
'Neath
the weight of woe and weakness;
Finding
not, yet in my failing,
seeking
over and over again.
In
unrest and doubt and sadness
Dwelt
I, yet I knew thy Gladness
Waited
somewhere;
Somewhere
greeted torn
and
sorrowing hearts like mine
Knew
that somehow I should find thee,
Leaving
sin and woe behind me,
And
at last thy Love would bid me
enter
into Rest Divine
Hatred,
mockery, and reviling
Scorched
my seeking soul defiling
That
which should have been thy Temple,
wherein
thou shouldst move and dwell;
Praying,
striving, hoping, calling;
Suffering,
sorrowing in my falling,
Still
I sought thee, groping blindly
in
the gloomy depths of Hell
And
I sought thee till I found thee;
And
the dark powers all around me
Fled
and left me silent,
peaceful,
brooding over thy holy themes;
From
within me and without me
Fled
they when I ceased to doubt thee;
And
I found thee in thy Glory,
mighty
Master of my Dreams
Yes
I found thee, Spirit Holy,
Beautiful
and pure and lowly;
Found
thy Joy and Peace and Gladness;
Found
thee in thy House of Rest;
Found
thy strength in Love and Meekness,
And
my pain and woe and weakness
Left
men, and I walked the Pathway
trodden
only by the Blest
Written
by James Allen
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