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THE LOWEST ROOM.
While I? I sat alone and watched;
My lot in life, to live alone
In mine own world of interests,
Much felt but little shown.
My lot in life, to live alone
In mine own world of interests,
Much felt but little shown.
Not to be first: how hard to learn
That lifelong lesson of the past;
Line graven on line and stroke on stroke;
But, thank God, learned at last
That lifelong lesson of the past;
Line graven on line and stroke on stroke;
But, thank God, learned at last
So now in patience I possess
My soul year after tedious year,
Content to take the lowest place,
The place assigned me here.
My soul year after tedious year,
Content to take the lowest place,
The place assigned me here.
Yet sometimes, when I feel my strength
Most weak, and life most burdensome,
I lift mine eyes up to the hills
From whence my help shall come:
Most weak, and life most burdensome,
I lift mine eyes up to the hills
From whence my help shall come:
Yea, sometimes still I lift my heart
To the Archangelic trumpet-burst,
When all deep secrets shall be shown,
And many last be first.
To the Archangelic trumpet-burst,
When all deep secrets shall be shown,
And many last be first.
