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First Line: Weeping, weary, did I wander
Last Line: See the vaulting skies appear.
Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude
Subject(s): Grief; God; Conduct Of Life; Sorrow; Sadness


Weeping, weary, did I wander
Thro' the world's wide weird wood;
Wet my cheeks with drops of sorrow;
Wet my soles with drops of blood;

Tumbling here, and stumbling yonder,
Bramble-bruised, with thorns all torn,
For the path I groped despairing,
For a light I sighed forlorn.

But thou took'st me, strong and tender,
Oh my master, by the hand;
Pity, cheer, reproach, and rousing
In thy words did sweetly blend.

Tho' the way is wild as ever,
Still I falter not, nor fear;
Led by thee, I'll pierce the forest,
See the vaulting skies appear.





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