Long the days of sorrow and of tears,
Cloudy vision of my prior years.
Broken heart that oft’ for mercy longs,
But dark days have muted my life-song.
O, from sin a moment to be free,
Dry my eyes then clearly could I see,
Your good hand that works at holy pace,
Justice coming here in time and space.
Evil men through pride who stand so tall,
Righteous ones who ever grow so small.
Soon to find through justice order new,
Evil judged; the good stand tall with you.
With dry eyes this truth I clearly know.
Open lips tell how your love you show.
Yet even so, dark may seem my days,
And in pain I walk along life’s ways.
Your good hand will leave me not alone,
Guiding me through life and to your throne.
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