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<h2>I BOW MY FOREHEAD TO THE DUST</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I…repent in dust and ashes.” Job 42:6</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_h_whittier_jg.html" target="_blank">John Greenleaf Whittier</a>, <em>The Tent on the Beach, and Other Poems</em>, 1867.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Resting Place,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_v_a_vanderwerp_h.html" target="_blank">Henry Vander Werp</a>, 1911 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_r_restingp.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>I bow my forehead to the dust,<br>
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I veil mine eyes for shame,<br>
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And urge, in trembling self distrust,<br>
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A prayer without a claim.<br>
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No offering of mine own I have,<br>
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Nor works my faith to prove;<br>
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I can but give the gifts He gave,<br>
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And plead His love for love.</p>
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<p>I dimly guess, from blessings known,<br>
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Of greater out of sight;<br>
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And, with the chastened psalmist, own<br>
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His judgments too are right.<br>
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And if my heart and flesh are weak<br>
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To bear an untried pain,<br>
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The bruis<69>d reed He will not break,<br>
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But strengthen and sustain.</p>
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<p>I know not what the future hath<br>
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Of marvel or surprise,<br>
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Assured alone that life and death<br>
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His mercy underlies.<br>
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And so beside the silent sea<br>
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I wait the muffled oar;<br>
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No harm from Him can come to me<br>
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On ocean or on shore.</p>
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<p>I know not where His islands lift<br>
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Their fronded palms in air;<br>
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I only know I cannot drift<br>
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Beyond His love and care;<br>
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And Thou, O Lord, by Whom are seen<br>
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Thy creatures as they be,<br>
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Forgive me if too close I lean<br>
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My human heart on Thee.</p>
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