Dear Saviour, there is naught between My trembling soul and Thee, Thy death and resurrection, Lord, Thy blood, my only plea. Completely I surrender self, Thy will be done in me, O take, and break, and make me, Lord, What Thou wouldst have me be. I follow in Thy footsteps as I tread life's stony way Upheld by Thy sustaining hand Lest from the path I stray. Beneath Thy yoke I humbly serve As I take up my Cross And bravely climb my Calvary, Nor count afflictions loss. Help me to use Thy talents well Thou dost entrust to me That I may hear Thy words, "Well done," When I account to Thee. 'Tis only by my service here, And Thy Grace given free, That I shall see Thy face revealed When morning breaks for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARADISE by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER NORTHERN EARTH MOOD by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 7. AL-MAUMIN by EDWIN ARNOLD STANZAS TO AN AFFECTIONATE AND PIOUS PARENT, ON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD by BERNARD BARTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 7 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |