Harsh the grindings of those mill stones Dark the gloominess of night, When Oh Lord shall thy deliverance Come to me as morning light? Many are my tears of sorrow Grief and burdens sore distress, When Oh Lord shall thy deliverance Come to me with perfect rest? Bitter is the cup I’m drinking Heartache mine acquaintance Lord, When Oh Lord shall thy deliverance Give the peace I’m longing for? Here I see that half a rainbow Threads and knots my tapestry, When Oh Lord shall thy deliverance Let me know thy love for me? For me each day the curfew’s tolling And each night my head I lay, When Oh Lord shall thy deliverance Bring me to thy perfect day? Hark, each day, the haunted cooing Of the owl, within the night, When Oh Lord shall thy deliverance Open to my longing sight? Ah the darkness of this winter Lengthened long the shadows grow, When Oh Lord shall they deliverance Cause my smiling face to glow? Then I look at thee Beloved Hanging on that cross for me, Sorrow too, it was thy fruit Lord Blessed Man of Calvary. Lord I want thy life now in me Fruit for thee, from me to fall, Lord make now this limb to bear it For thy glory Lord, for all. Soon, Oh Lord I shall then praise thee For thy love so rich to me, Pruning, smelting, purifying That I might resemble thee. Lord I thank thee for this darkness Help me Lord to thankful be, For each shadow that o’re takes me See it from Mount Calvary. © Rowan Jennings 14th August 2002