O LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine. Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears? No, rather let me freely yield What most I prize to thee; Who never hast a good withheld, Or wilt withhold, from me. Thy favour, all my journey through, Thou art engaged to grant; What else I want, or think I do, 'Tis better still to want. Wisdom and mercy guide my way, Shall I resist them both? A poor blind creature of a day, And crushed before the moth! But ah! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils the skies Drives all these thoughts away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANTS OF MAN by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS MOONLIT APPLES by JOHN DRINKWATER THE WOUND-DRESSER by WALT WHITMAN CIRCUS AT NIGHT by MADELEINE AARON BENNINGTON by WILLIAM HENRY BABCOCK ROMAIOS by WILLAM GAY BALLANTINE |