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Come near to me, I need Thy glorious presence. / Through the dense darkness of this troubled hour / Shine on my soul, and fill it with the essence / Of Thy pervading and uplifting power. / Come near, come near to me!
Come nearer yet, I have no strength to reach Thee; / My soul is like a bird with broken wings. / Lean down from Thy fair height of peace, and teach me / The balm Thy touch to mortal bruises brings. / Lean down, O God, lean down!
Come near, and yet if those eternal places / Hold greater tasks to occupy Thy hands, / Send Thy blest angels whose celestial faces / Smile sometimes on us from the spirit lands. / Send one, send one to me!
I must have help. I am so weak and broken / I cannot help myself. I know not how / That moral force of which so much is spoken / Will not sustain or fortify me now. / I must, I must have help!
Some outside aid, some strength from spirit Sources, / We all must have in hours like this, or die. / To one, or all of those mysterious Forces / Which men call God, I lift my voice and cry, / Come near, come near to me!