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...SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION by JOHN KEATS MR. BARNEY MAGUIRE'S ACCOUNT OF THE CORONATION by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM HE WILL GIVE ME POWER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SARCOPSYLLA PENETRANS by ALTA WRENWICK BROWN BEAUTIFUL HANDS by INA LADD BROWN |