this is from hinds' feet on high places by hannah hurnard
Come, oh come! let us away-
Lower, lower every day.
Oh, what joy it is to race
Down to find the lowest place.
This the dearest law we know-
"It is happy to go low."
Sweetest urge and sweetest will.
"Let us go down lower still."
Hear the summons night and day
Calling us to come away.
From the heights we leap and flow
To the valleys down below.
Always answering to the call,
To the lowest place of all.
Sweetest urge and sweetest pain,
To go low and rise again.
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