I STRETCH my hand out through the lonesome night, My helpless hand, and pray Thee, Lord, to lead My ignorant steps, and help me at my need: Far off from home, pity my hapless plight, And through the darkness guide me on to light! I have no hope unless my cry Thou heed, -- Be merciful; for I am lost, indeed, Unless thy rising sun the darkness smite. How shall I find, who know not how to seek? Kindle my soul, enlighten my dull mind; My heart is heavy, and my faith is weak, -- A stone am I, and deaf and dumb and blind, -- Unhelped of Thee my footsteps helpless stray, -- Have pity, Thou, and lead me to the Day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 4. FOR FRANCES ANN by ALBERTA BANCROFT RHAPSODY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS PROVERBS 27: 25. THE HAY APPEARETH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A SUPERSTITION REVISITED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FORTUNATUS NIMIUM by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |