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I REACH my hand to thee! / Stoop; take my hand in thine; / Lead me where I would be, / Father divine.
I do not even know / The way I want to go, / The way that leads to rest: / But, Thou who knowest me, / Lead where I cannot see, / Thou knowest best.
Toys, worthless, yet desired, / Drew me afar to roam.
Father, I am so tired; / I am come home.
The love I held so cheap / I see, so dear, so deep, / So almost understood.
Life is so cold and wild, / I am thy little child- / I _will_ be good.