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Discussion
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This piece was written for the tune to “Believe Me if All These Endearing Young Charms…” Any thoughts?
If Truth has fallen from it’s place within the human soul,
How dark the night that falls anon. How then shall man be whole?
As storm and tumult, vertigo, as day bereft of sun,
So is man’s life without his God. Hopeless, alas, undone.
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With ever restless intellect, he plumbs the depths of doubt.
Wanders in darkness all alone, yes, wanders lone, without.
Alone, alone ,no Northern Star, no compass, map, nor guide.
A hopeless, friendless wander. No One to walk beside.
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To turn from God is not to cease to bear His image here.
Without Him, woe betide that soul, to know is then to fear.
Who suffers without hope or aim, his all for nothing gives.
To live a life that’s meaningless, ’tis death while yet one lives.
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For Thou O Lord made man to live, and being find in Thee,
Tho questions come and doubts arise, tho deep the darkness be,
Yet trusting may we turn to Thee, who made both heart and soul.
Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Light. In Thee man is made whole.
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