My head is low, my heart is sad
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My head is low, my heart is sad,My feet with travel torn,Yet, O my Saviour, thou art gladTo see thy child return.
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It was thy love that homeward led,Thine arm that upward stayed;It is thy hand which on my headIs now in mercy laid.
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O Saviour, in this broken heartConfirm the trembling will,Which longs to reach thee where thou art,Rest in thee, and be still.
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Within that bosom which hath shedBoth tears and blood for me,O let me hide this aching head,Once pressed and blessed by thee.