HOLY Father, Thou hast spoken Words beyond our grasp of thought, -- Words of grace and power unbroken, With mysterious glory fraught. Promise and command combining, Doubts to chase and faith to lift; Self renouncing, all resigning, We would claim this mighty gift. Take us Lord, oh, take us truly, Mind and soul and heart and will; Empty us and cleanse us throughly, Then with all Thy fulness fill. Lord, we ask it, hardly knowing What this wondrous gift may be; But fulfill to overflowing, -- Thy great meaning let us see. Make us in thy royal palace Vessels worthy for the king; From Thy fulness fill our chalice, From Thy never-failing spring. Father, by this blessed filling, Dwell Thyself in us, we pray; We are waiting, Thou art willing, Fill us with Thyself to-day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THREE EPISTLES TO G. LLOYD ON A PASSAGE FROM HOMER'S ILIAD: 3 by JOHN BYROM TO A KINGFISHER by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS OVER THE CHILKOOT TRAIL by LISA D. CHAVEZ INDEPENDENCE by CHARLES CHURCHILL PERSIAN [ORIENTAL] ECLOGUES: 3: ABRA; OR GEORGIAN SULTANA by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) TO SARAH, COUNTESS OF JERSEY, ON HER BIRTHDAY by GEORGE CRABBE |