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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.