De Profundis

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De Profundis

When I am dead unto myself, and let,

O Father, thee live on in me,

Contented to do nought but pay my debt,

And leave the house to thee,

Then shall I be thy ransomed⁠—from the cark

Of living, from the strain for breath,

From tossing in my coffin strait and dark,

At hourly strife with death!

Have mercy! in my coffin! and awake!

A buried temple of the Lord!

Grow, Temple, grow! Heart, from thy cerements break!

Stream out, O living Sword!

When I am with thee as thou art with me,

Life will be self-forgetting power;

Love, ever conscious, buoyant, clear, and free,

Will flame in darkest hour.

Where now I sit alone, unmoving, calm,

With windows open to thy wind,

Shall I not know thee in the radiant psalm

Soaring from heart and mind?

The body of this death will melt away,

And I shall know as I am known;

Know thee my father, every hour and day,

As thou know’st me thine own!