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Even there Thou reignest;
 And the shades of night
Open lie as noon-day,
 To Thy piercing sight!

Wherefore am I thus, Lord?
 I, who fain would show
To the thirsty pilgrim
 Where the waters flow;
Where the milk to nourish,
 Where the wine of home,
Are so freely offered
 Unto all that come.

Father! may I call Thee
 Abba—Father—mine?
Dost Thou look upon me,
 And still own me Thine?
Ah! Thy Spirit shows me
 Christ! my Priest and King,
Sinless, Stainless, Perfect,
 Is my Offering.

Look on Thine Anointed;
 Let my tongue be mute,
While we gaze together
 On my Substitute.