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Oh, my soul had grown so weary / With its many cares opprest, / All my heart's high aspirations / Languish'd in a prayer for rest.
I was like a lonely stranger / Pining in a distant land, / Bearing on her lips a language / None around her understand.
Longing for a close communion / With some kindred mind and heart, / But whose language is a jargon / Past her skill, and past her art.
God in mercy looked upon me, / Saw my fainting, pain and strife, / Sent to me a blest evangel, / Through the gates of light and life.
Then my desert leafed and blossom'd, / Beauty decked its deepest wild, / Hope and joy, peace and blessing, / Met me in my first-born child.
When the tiny hands, so feeble, / Brought me smiles and joyful tears, / Lifted from my life the shadows, / That had gathered there for years.
God, I thank thee for the blessing / That at last has crown'd my life, / Soothed its weary, lonely anguish, / Stay'd its fainting, calm'd its strife.
Gracious Parent! guard and shelter / In thine arms my darling child / Till she treads the streets of jasper, / Glorified and undefiled.