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FELLOWSHIP.
My heart lies open to Thy searching gaze,
My weakness and my woe,
My sins innumerable, my failing faith,
That only Thou canst know.
My weakness and my woe,
My sins innumerable, my failing faith,
That only Thou canst know.
Why am I sore distressed?—for Thou art nigh,
And I would onward press,
And find some token of a Father's love
E'en in this bitterness.
And I would onward press,
And find some token of a Father's love
E'en in this bitterness.
I asked to share Thy fellowship; to know
More of Thyself, Lord!
And Thou, attentive to my feeble cry,
Hast proved me at my word.
More of Thyself, Lord!
And Thou, attentive to my feeble cry,
Hast proved me at my word.
I thought my soul would overleap with joy,
More of Thyself to see;
I dreamed—to walk in fellowship divine
Could bring but light to me.
More of Thyself to see;
I dreamed—to walk in fellowship divine
Could bring but light to me.
I prayed that I might know Thee more and more,
And all Thy will discern,
And lessons Thou wouldst teach me day by day
Still patiently might learn.
And all Thy will discern,
And lessons Thou wouldst teach me day by day
Still patiently might learn.
I take the cup Thou giv'st; I know Thy voice,
' Twill make my portion sweet.
I asked to share the path that Thou wouldst choose,
And track Thy heavenly feet.
' Twill make my portion sweet.
I asked to share the path that Thou wouldst choose,
And track Thy heavenly feet.
