The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed If thou the spirit give by which I pray: My unassisted heart is barren clay, That of its native self can nothing feed: Of good and pious works Thou art the seed, That quickens only where Thou say'st it may: Unless Thou show to us thine own true way No man can find it: Father! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in thy holy footsteps I may tread; The fatters of my tongue do Thou unbind, That I may have the power to sing of Thee, And sound Thy praises everlastingly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY LET ALL THE EARTH KEEP SILENCE by LUCY A. K. ADEE SIBLINGS OF A GRAYER SKY by NAVEED ALAM VULTURE by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK RESIGNATION by EMILY ANN COFFMAN THE WORLD NOT OUR REST, &C by MARIA FRANCES CECILIA (MADAN) COWPER |