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Before Thy feet I fall, Lord, who made high my fate; For in the mighty small Thou showedst the mighty great.

Henceforth I will resound But praises unto Thee; Tho’ I was beat and bound, Thou gavest me victory.

Tho’ in these depths of night Deep-dungeon’d I was hurl’d, Thou sentest me a light Wherewith to mend the world.

O Exile, while thine eyes Were weary with the night Thou weepedst; now arise And bless the Lord of Light.

Hereafter let thy lyre Be bondsman to His name; His thunder and His fire Will fill thy lips with flame.

He is the Lord of Light; He is the Thing That Is; He sends the seeing sight; And the right mind is His.