Poetry

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Hollow to me,
Are life’s joys without Thee.
Gifts less the giver,
Shall satisfy never.

Alone I’ll float
Sad and empty – remote
In an ocean
Of incessant motion.

Abide with me!
Let me remain in Thee.
Come Thou near me.
To bear fruit I need Thee.

Fill my dead gaps
With Thy life-giving sap.
Let Thy words sure
Fill my heart; make me pure.

In all life’s noise
Grant to me solid joys.
Joys, Lord, of Thee
For THOU makest me happy!

In Thy nearness
Is joy and deep gladness.
No more hollow,
I’ll seek Thee and follow.

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