Volume 4 — SILENT GRIEF.
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You bid me raise my voice, And pray For tears; but yet this choice Resteth not with me. Too much grief Taketh the tears and words that give relief Away: Though I weep not, silent and apart, Weeps and prays my heart You like not this dead, calm, Cold face. So still, unmoved, I am. You think that dark despair begins To brood upon me for my many sins' Disgrace: Not so; within, silent and apart, Hopes and trusts my heart. Down underneath the waves Concealed Lie in unfathomed graves A thousand wrecks, storm never yet— That did the upper surface madly fret— Revealed. Wreck'd loves lie deep; tears, with all their art, Ne'er could show my heart. Complaint I utter not. I know That He who cast my lot, In silence also bore His cross. Nor counted lack of words or tears a loss In woe. Alone with Him, silent and apart, Weeps and prays my heart.
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