Nan C. Merrill
All this I remember,
as I pour out my soul;
How I knew your Presence within me
as I went out among the throng,
proceeding to the House of Prayer;
With loud voice we gave You praise
and acclamation,
a multitude proclaiming gratitude
and joy.
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you disquieted within me?
My hope is in the Beloved,
my strength and my joy.
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