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tr., John Brownlie
I
I cannot lift mine eyes,
For, O, my sin is great, --
High as the hills that rise
Up, up to heaven's gate, --
I cannot lift mine eyes,
So great my sin, so great.
II
But I would smite my breast,
And bow me at the Cross,
And well He knows the rest,
My pain, my grief, my loss; --
Yea, I would smite my breast,
And bow me at His Cross.
III
Mayhap when I have told
The burden of my sin,
He'll make my spirit bold,
And speak, and soothe, and win; --
All this when I have told
The burden of my sin.
IV
Then shall I lift mine eyes,
And see the sin removed,
And in the radiant skies
Behold the Well Beloved; --
Then shall I lift mine eyes,
And see my sin removed.