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Remembering thy gracious gift to me, So simple, so profound, My wondering heart is lost in prayer to thee. How long it seemed before I, groping, found And knocked at thy heart's door; And from how far I came at last to thee Whose hands were stretched in silent search for me. My heart was eaten by corroding rust That preyed upon my strength, Defiled my trust; I was weary, I was old with long mistrust, I sickened of the roadway's empty length. When thy feet wandered into my life's way They brought a joy so exquisite to me That, trembling and in tears, I can but stay To worship silently.