Out of the dark'ning sin,
'Mid foes without, within,
I would the way begin,
Father, to Thee.
Out of the fear and doubt,
Amid the strife without,
I would my hands reach out,
Father, to Thee.
Out of the gloom and woe
Of toilsome life below,
O let my spirit go,
Father to Thee.
Hear Thou this feeble prayer;
Do Thou the way prepare
And take me over there,
Father, to Thee.
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