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I do not know the answer Perplexed I turn to Thee A maelstrom of conflictings No hope to struggle free! I fling myself upon Thee I cling with waning strength I will not be abandoned Nothing my grip shall wrench A weaned child with her mother She cannot understand And yet she snuggles closer And quietly holds her hand O Lord in deep submission I bend myself to Thee Despite my apprehension I choose to follow Thee. |