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Sorrow

In sorrow lies despair, which lurks around

The atmosphere like fog descending near

A meadow fair and lurking near the ground.

It tears apart the heart and leaves a fear

That makes us mourn when troubles ‘round us swell.

It makes the mournful eyes shed out the tears

Which in the battles march, to lead with bells

That call us all to all that we shall fear.

It makes the soul to bleed and cry to God,

Who reigns forever most majestically.

It makes the voice to cease its joyful laud.

The bending knee it brings so faithfully

To stoop before our King Who takes away

Our most beloved, whom in their graces we lay.