To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl; 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that feeds the soul. The Lord's unsparing hand Supplies the living stream; It is not at our own command, But still derived from him. Beware of Peter's word, Nor confidently say, "I never will deny thee, Lord,"-- But,--"Grant I never may." Man's wisdom is to seek His strength in God alone; And even an angel would be weak Who trusted in his own. Retreat beneath his wings, And in his grace confide! This more exalts the King of kings Than all your works beside. In Jesus is our store, Grace issues from his throne; Whoever says, "I want no more," Confesses he has none. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON THE PLACE OF THE DAMNED by JONATHAN SWIFT THE HARLOT'S HOUSE by OSCAR WILDE THE UNKNOWN GOD by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN THE YELLOWHAMMER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WHEN TWILIGHT COMES WITH DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |