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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351401" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalms</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>I seem to be<br>Sundered from Thee,<br>Thou Harmony of all creation.<br>Am I disowned<br>For talents loaned<br>And useless hid in vain probation?<br>Now powerless,<br>In weariness,<br>Now in despair a beggar humble<br>For help, for cheer,<br>A voice, an ear,<br>To hear and guide, while on I stumble.<br>God, let me be.<br>Of use to Thee!<br>If vain my purpose and my powers,<br>Then sinks from sight<br>My star,-and night<br>Henceforth my steps enfolding lowers.<br>Then break and bind<br>My ravaged mind<br>The terrors dread of doubt and anguish.<br>I know the pack,<br>I drove them back;-<br>Only to-day does courage languish.<br>Oh, come now, peace!<br>Come faith's increase,<br>That life's strong chain shall ever bind me!<br>That not in vain<br>I strive and strain<br>Myself to seek until I find me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II<br>Honor the springtide life ever adorning,<br>That all things has made!<br>Things smallest have some resurrectional morning,<br>The forms alone fade.<br>Life begets life,<br>Potencies higher surprise.<br>Kind begets kind,<br>Heedless of time as it flies.<br>Worlds pass away and arise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing so small but there's something still smaller,<br>No one can see.<br>Nothing so great but there's something still greater<br>Beyond it can be.<br>Worms in the earth-<br>Mountains to make they essay.<br>Dust without worth,<br>Sands with which sea-billows play,-<br>Founders of kingdoms were they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Infinite all, where the smallest and greatest<br>Oneness unfold.<br>No one has seen what was first,-and the latest<br>None shall behold.<br>Laws underlie,<br>Order the all they maintain.<br>Need and supply<br>Bring one another; our bane<br>Boots to the general gain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eternity's offspring and germ are we all now.<br>Thoughts have their true<br>Roots in our race's first morning; they fall now,<br>Query and clue,<br>Freighted with seed<br>Into eternity's soil;<br>Joy be your meed,<br>That your brief life's fleeting toil<br>Fruit for eternity bears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Join in the joy of all life, every being,<br>Brief bloom of its spring!<br>Honor th' eternal, our human lot freeing<br>From fetters that cling!<br>Adding your mite,<br>With the eternal unite!<br>Though you decay,<br>Breathe as a moment you may,<br>Air of eternity's day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who art <br>Thou<br>, whom a thousand names trace<br>Through all times that are gone and each tongue?<br>Thou wert infinite yearning's embrace,<br>Thou wert hope when the yoke heavy hung,<br>Thou wert darkening death-terror's guest,<br>Thou wert sun that with life-gladness blessed.<br>Still Thine image we changefully fashion,<br>And each form we would call revelation;<br>Each man holds his for true with deep passion,-<br>Till it crumbles in poignant negation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOLO</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who Thou art, none can tell.<br>But I know Thou dost dwell<br>As the limitless search in my soul-it is Thou!-<br>After justice and light,<br>After victory's right<br>For the new that's revealed, it is Thou, it is Thou!<br>Every law that we see<br>Or believe there may be,<br>Though we never can knowledge attain, it is Thou!-<br>As my armor and aid<br>Round my life they are laid,<br>And with joy I avow, it is Thou, it is Thou!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since we never Thine essence can know,<br>We have thought mediators of Thee;-<br>But the ages their impotence show,<br>We stand still, while no way we can see.<br>If in sickness for succor we thirst,<br>Is there balm in the dreams that have burst?<br>Stars of hope and of longing eternal,<br>That we saw o'er life's sorrows arisen,<br>Shall they sink in death's terrors nocturnal,<br>Only turn into worms in our prison?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SOLO<br>He that liveth in me,<br>Needeth no one to be<br>Mediator; I own Him indeed: it is Thou!<br>Is eternal hope prized<br>As from Him; is baptized<br>By His spirit my own,-is it Thou, is it Thou -:<br>Shall not I, who am dust,<br>His eternity trust?<br>I take humbly my law; for I know, it is Thou!<br>Was I worth Thy word: Live!<br>Let Thy life power give,<br>When Thou wilt, as Thou wilt,-it is Thou, it is Thou!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bj%C3%B8rnstjerne+Bj%C3%B8rnson">Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson</a><div class=q>
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I seem to be
Sundered from Thee,
Thou Harmony of all creation.
Am I disowned
For talents loaned
And useless hid in vain probation?
Now powerless,
In weariness,
Now in despair a beggar humble
For help, for cheer,
A voice, an ear,
To hear and guid..."></div>
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