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WITH GOD.
GOOD Lord, no strength I have, nor need ;
Within Thy light I lie,
And grow like herb in sunny place,
While outer storms go by.
Thy pleasant rain my soul doth feed —
Thy love like summer rain ;
I faint, but lo thy winds of grace
Revive my soul again.
I fain would give some perfume out,
Some bruised scent of myrrh ;
But Thou art close at hand, my Lord —
I need not strive nor stir.
I cannot fear, and need not doubt,
Though I be weak and low :
If Thou didst will, a mighty sword
From out my stem should grow.
