And God created
	World without end:
	Amen, amen, amen!
	What Power, then,
	Created sorrow, pain, and sin?
	Homes I cannot enter,
	Games I cannot win?
	Who turns hearts apart,
	Makes hands that cannot clasp,
	Severs wedding bands?
	Lays waste the lands
	Where flowers grow
	And time is slow
	To pass, as lovers
	Sit upon the grass
	As green as the distant sea?
	Why, O Lord, why is it me
	Who must stumble on
	Right or wrong, all alone
	Till thunder comes
	With rain and snow
	Through which I go
	Drenched and thin,
	Wracked with sin,
	Through this horrid
	World without end!
	Amen, amen, amen.


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