I AM THE SUPPLIANT
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"I see thee heavy-laden with thy care,
With sorrow's burden greater than thy strength;
I hear thee wailing: yea, but I will spare,
And will redeem at length."
And now, O my Redeemer, lo! behold
The chains that bind me 'neath their cruel sway,
And seek Thy servant, wandered from the fold,
A lost sheep, gone astray.
Beauty's perfection lieth fallen low,
Broken and waste, which stood in majesty;
The glory is gone forth, and fled, for woe!
The One went out from me.
My strong bars He hath broken every one;
He hath been wroth with me: I am bereft.
For my belov'd hath turned aside and gone,
A desert am I left.
