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SONGS OF EXILE
My gates are sunken, they that stood so high;
My sacred doors are shattered and laid waste;
Lo! they are moved and vanished hence; and I
Am humbled and disgraced.
Dumb are mine advocates in mine appeal,
High in their pride my scorners raise their crest;
They quench my light, they darkly do conceal
My welfare and my rest,
O Lord, my God! all strength doth dwell in Thee,
O hear my voice, as humbly here I bow;
And let the sentence of Thy judgment be,
"Take thou my blessing now."
Behold me fallen low from whence I stood,
And mine assembly with compassion see;
And this my soul, mine only one, 'tis good
To give it unto Thee.
