The Widow in the Bye Street

by John Masefield

We are two wandered sinners in the mire,

Burn our dead hearts with love out of Thy fire.

And when thy death comes, Master, let us bear it

As of Thy will, however hard to go;

Thy Cross is infinite for us to share it,

Thy help is infinite for us to know.

And when the long trumpets of the Judgment blow

May our poor souls be glad and meet agen,

And rest in Thee.' 'Say, "Amen," Jim.' 'Amen.'

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