Art thou greater than he?
I suffer, Lord, I suffer; is it not enough that I
Am suffering in agony and wish that I could die?
Release me or defend me; keep thy promises to me!
Am I to be abandoned though I’m serving only thee?
My little one, I know thy pain and all that hurts thy soul.
What if I have thee taste an atom of benighted sheol?
I went there long before thee and the bitter cup did drain;
Are you now ready to embrace my misery and pain?
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