I found Thee in my heart, O Lord,
As in some secret shrine;
I knelt, I waited for Thy word,
I joyed to name Thee mine.
I feared to give myself away
To that or this; beside
Thy altar on my face I lay,
And in strong need I cried.
Those hours are past. Thou art not mine,
And therefore I rejoice,
I wait within no holy shrine,
I faint not for the voice.
In Thee we live; and every wind
Of heaven is Thine; blown free
To west, to east, the God unshrined
Is still discovering me.
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ah, Mr. Dowden, someone is plagiarizing your hymn word for word over at AP, someone by the name of powerofpoetry. I do so wish they would simply credit you, so I could discover you in the right way.
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This person is being sorted out by the AP mods Marcy - thank you for posting this comment here to alert us - i found others too. Von
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