| WHY dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why | |
| Does that ecclipsing hand, so long, deny | |
| The Sun-shine of thy soule-enliv'ning eye? | |
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| Without that Light, what light remaines in me? | |
| Thou art my Life, my Way, my Light; in Thee | 5 |
| I live, I move, and by thy beames I see. | |
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| Thou art my Life; If thou but turne away, | |
| My life 's a thousand deaths: thou art my Way; | |
| Without thee, Lord, I travell not, but stray. | |
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| My Light thou art; without thy glorious sight, | 10 |
| Mine eyes are darkned with perpetuall night. | |
| My God, thou art my Way, my Life, my Light. | |
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| Thou art my Way; I wander, if thou flie: | |
| Thou art my Light; If hid, how blind am I? | |
| Thou art my Life; If thou withdraw, I die. | 15 |
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| Mine eyes are blind and darke, I cannot see; | |
| To whom, or whither should my darknesse flee, | |
| But to the Light? And who 's that Light but Thee? | |
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| My path is lost; my wandring steps do stray; | |
| I cannot safely go, nor safely stay; | 20 |
| Whom should I seek but Thee, my Path, my Way? | |
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| O, I am dead: To whom shall I, poore I, | |
| Repaire? To whom shall my sad Ashes fly | |
| But Life? And where is Life but in thine eye? | |
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| And yet thou turn'st away thy face, and fly'st me; | 25 |
| And yet I sue for Grace, and thou deny'st me; | |
| Speake, art thou angry, Lord, or onely try'st me? | |
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| Unskreene those heav'nly lamps, or tell me why | |
| Thou shad'st thy face; Perhaps, thou think'st, no eye | |
| Can view those flames, and not drop downe and die. | 30 |
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| If that be all, shine forth, and draw thee nigher; | |
| Let me behold and die; for my desire | |
| Is Phoenix-like to perish in that Fire. | |
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| Death-conquer'd Laz'rus was redeem'd by Thee; | |
| If I am dead, Lord set deaths prisner free; | 35 |
| Am I more spent, or stink I worse than he? | |
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| If my pufft light be out, give leave to tine | |
| My shamelesse snuffe at that bright Lamp of thine; | |
| O what 's thy Light the lesse for lighting mine? | |
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| If I have lost my Path, great Shepheard, say, | 40 |
| Shall I still wander in a doubtfull way? | |
| Lord, shall a Lamb of Isr'els sheepfold stray? | |
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| Thou art the Pilgrims Path; the blind mans Eye; | |
| The dead mans Life; on thee my hopes rely; | |
| If thou remove, I erre; I grope; I die. | 45 |
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| Disclose thy Sun-beames; close thy wings, and stay; | |
| See see, how I am blind, and dead, and stray, | |
| O thou, that art my Light, my Life, my Way. | |
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