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Your chosen grasp the torch of faith -- the key / Of very certainty is theirs to hold. / They read Your word in messages of gold. / Lord, what of us who have no light to see / And in the darkness doubt, whose hands may be / Broken upon the door, who find but cold / Ashes of words where others see enscrolled, / The glorious promise of Life's victory.
Oh, well for those to whom You gave the light / (The light we may not see by) whose award / Is that sure key -- that message luminous, / Yet we, your people stumbling in the night, / Doubting and dumb and disbelieving -- Lord, / Is there no word for us -- no word for us?