TIME was, I shrank from what was right From fear of what was wrong; I would not brave the sacred fight, Because the foe was strong. But now I cast that finer sense And sorer shame aside; Such dread of sin was indolence, Such aim at Heaven was pride. So, when my Saviour calls, I rise, And calmly do my best; Leaving to Him, with silent eyes Of hope and fear, the rest. I step, I mount where He has led; Men count my haltings o'er; -- I know them; yet, though self I dread, I love His precept more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ANGLER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE PUTTING IN THE SEED by ROBERT FROST THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING PALACE by ALFRED TENNYSON ON A CERTAIN COMMEMORATION OF THOMSON by ROBERT BURNS BALLADE OF THE BRAVE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE LAST VICTORY by MARY SOPHIA CASE AN EPISTLE: ADDRESSED TO SIR THOMAS HAMNER (2) (VARIANT TEXT) by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) MUSOPHILUS: DEDICATION TO MASTER FULKE GREVILLE (1) by SAMUEL DANIEL |