I wish thou could hear me, O god,
Miles in search of thee have I trod,
Calling, an echo so pale I hear
Of my own voice, an’ a lingering fear.
A fear that in this world alone
I am, thou art, alas, but stone,
Who heareth not the prayers of mine
within the walls of thy solemn shrine.
Hear me lord, hear I beseech,
In thy arms embrace me, reach,
Fill this heart with hope so pure
bless me strength divine to endure.
If unheard still, at thy doorsteps I shall be,
No cause of mine, just for love of thee.
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