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PSALMS 207
II
CHORUS
‘Who art T4ou, whom a thousand names trace
Through all times that are gone and each tongue?
Thou wert infinite yearning’s embrace,
Thou wert hope when the yoke heavy hung,
Thou wert darkening death-terror’s guest,
Thou wert sun that with life-gladness blessed.
Still Thine image we changefully fashion,
And each form we would call revelation;
Each man holds his for true with deep passion, —
Till it crumbles in poignant negation.
SOLO
Who Thou art, none can tell.
But I know Thou dost dwell
As the limitless search in my soul— it is Thou! —
After justice and light,
After victory’s right
For the new that’s revealed, it is Thou, it is Thou!
Every law that we see
Or believe there may be,
Though we never can knowledge attain, it is Thou! —
As my armor and aid
Round my life they are laid,
And with joy I avow, it is Thou, it is Thou!
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