The faintness of my heart
When strife and evil rose,
The worse and lesser part
Which it for ever chose,
God knows.
The passions that have bound
My soul with chains of earth.
The sorrows that have found
Their home with me since birth.
The dearth
Of all these nobler things
That make existence fair,
The stain of sin that clings
Until we cease to care
For prayer,
All this must I atone:
And though eternal woes
My banished soul alone,
Must bear without repose,
Yet I am not afraid
To know God knows.
