At least to pray is left, is left.
O Jesus! in the air
I know not which thy chamber is, —
I‘ m knocking everywhere.
Thou stirrest earthquake in the South,
And maelstrom in the sea;
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
Hast thou no arm for me?
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