OH to be nearer Thee, my Saviour, Oh to be filled with Thy sweet grace, Oh to abide in Thine own favor, Oh to behold Thy glorious face. Oh to be ever upward gazing, Glad with the sunshine of Thy love; Oh to be ever, ever praising, Echoing here the songs above. Oh to be never, never weary E'en in the dark affray of sin; Oh to press on through conflicts dreary One of Thine own dear smiles to win. Oh to desire to spread Thy glory, Seeking it as my only aim; Oh to be taught Thy strange sweet story Worthily, fully to proclaim. Oh to go onward, self forgetting, Willing to take the lowest place; Oh to go upward, never letting Pride of the heart my glance abase. Oh to become each day more lowly, More of Thine own blest image gain; Oh to be made, as Thou art, holy, Oh to be freed from sin's dread chain. Oh to be listening every hour The more than music of Thy voice; Feeling its soothing quickening power, Bidding the silenced heart rejoice! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENE CARMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES TO MARY UNWIN by WILLIAM COWPER LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |