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DELIVER ME from my own shadows, my lord, from the wrecks and confusion of my days.

For the night is dark and thy pilgrim is blinded,

Hold thou my hand.

Deliver me from despair.

Touch with thy flame the lightless lamp of my sorrow.

Waken my tired strength from its sleep.

Do not let me linger behind counting my losses.

Let the road sing to me of the house at every Step.

For the night is dark, and thy pilgrim is blinded.

Hold thou my hand.

 

 

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