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"I see thee heavy-laden with thy care,

With sorrow's burden greater than thy strength;

I hear thee wailing: yea, but I will spare,

And will redeem at length."

And now, O my Redeemer, lo! behold

The chains that bind me 'neath their cruel sway,

And seek Thy servant, wandered from the fold,

A lost sheep, gone astray.

Beauty's perfection lieth fallen low,

Broken and waste, which stood in majesty;

The glory is gone forth, and fled, for woe!

The One went out from me.

My strong bars He hath broken every one;

He hath been wroth with me: I am bereft.

For my belov'd hath turned aside and gone,

A desert am I left.