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“I have not sought Thee, I have not found Thee,
   I have not thirsted for Thee:
 And now cold billows of death surround me,
 Buffeting billows of death astound me,—
   Wilt Thou look upon, wilt Thou see
   Thy perishing me?”

“Yea, I have sought thee, yea, I have found thee,
   Yea, I have thirsted for thee,
 Yea, long ago with love’s bands I bound thee:
 Now the Everlasting Arms surround thee,—
   Through death’s darkness I look and see
   And clasp thee to Me.”