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Why dost thou
shade thy lovely face? O why
Does that eclipsing hand
of thine deny
The sunshine of the Sun's enlivening
eye?
Without thy light what light remains in me?
Thou art my life; my way, my light's in thee;
I
live, I move, and by thy beams I see.
Thou art
my life-if thou but turn away
My life's a thousand
deaths. Thou art my way-
Without.thee, Love, I travel
not but stray.
My light thou art-without thy
glorious sight
My eyes are darken'd with eternal
night.
My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light.
Thou art my way; I wander if thou fly.
Thou
art my light; if hid, how blind am I!
Thou art my
life; if thou withdraw'st, I die.
My eyes are
dark and blind, I cannot see:
To whom or whither
should my darkness flee,
But to that light?-and who's
that light but thee?
If I have lost my path,
dear lover, say,
Shall I still wander in a doubtful
way?
Love, shall a lamb of Israel's sheepfold stray?
My path is lost, my wandering steps do stray;
I cannot go, nor can I safely stay;
Whom should I
seek but thee, my path, my way?
And yet thou
turn'st thy face away and fly'st me!
And yet I sue
for grace and thou deny'st me!
Speak, art thou angry,
Love, or only try'st me?
Thou art the pilgrim's
path, the blind man's eye,
The dead man's life. On
thee my hopes rely:
If I but them remove, I surely
die.
Dissolve thy sunbeams, close thy wings and
stay!
See, see how I am blind, and dead, and stray!
-O thou art my life, my light, my way!
Then work
thy will! If passion bid me flee,
My reason shall
obey, my wings shall be
Stretch'd out no farther than
from me to thee!
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