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I have no wit, no words, no tears; / My heart within me like a stone / Is numbed too much for hopes or fears; / Look right, look left, I dwell alone; / I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief / No everlasting hills I see; / My life is in the falling leaf: / O Jesus, quicken me!
My life is like a faded leaf, / My harvest dwindled to a husk; / Truly my life is void and brief / And tedious in the barren dusk; / My life is like a frozen thing, / No bud nor greenness can I see: / Yet rise it shall, -- the sap of Spring; / O Jesus, rise in me!
My life is like a broken bowl, / A broken bowl that cannot hold / One drop of water for my soul / Or cordial in the searching cold; / Cast in the fire the perished thing, / Melt and remould it, till it be / A royal cup for Him my King: / O Jesus, drink of me!