The Great Repairer
O
THOU, the great repairer of the soul,
I bring my life to thee. The case seems
whole,
But well I know there is some troubling thing
Hurting the inner workings. The main spring
Must need attention—something foreign clogs
The meshing of the inner working cogs.
I do not understand, I only know
Too often I run fast, and then too slow,
And at times my small hands stop. O thou All
Wise,
Fix on me thy penetrating eyes,
Discover what is wrong and make it right.
Polish the jewels, make them glow with light;
Make all the outer and the inner workings shine,
Until my time runs accurately with thine.
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