I read, "they ran without
Being called, " If that be so -
And I did run once, Thou knowest
The path is but narrow...
We need sharp ears
To hear Thy soft voice -
And ready feet
To do Your holy will...
Hurdles aplenty
The Evil one planteth
Do Thou do Thou doubts erase,
Your grace alone can save.
Restore, O Lord!
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