Dear Saviour, there is naught between My trembling soul and Thee, Thy death and resurrection, Lord, Thy blood, my only plea. Completely I surrender self, Thy will be done in me, O take, and break, and make me, Lord, What Thou wouldst have me be. I follow in Thy footsteps as I tread life's stony way Upheld by Thy sustaining hand Lest from the path I stray. Beneath Thy yoke I humbly serve As I take up my Cross And bravely climb my Calvary, Nor count afflictions loss. Help me to use Thy talents well Thou dost entrust to me That I may hear Thy words, "Well done," When I account to Thee. 'Tis only by my service here, And Thy Grace given free, That I shall see Thy face revealed When morning breaks for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIORAMA PAINTER AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY by KAREN SWENSON THE BRIDGE: 7. THE TUNNEL by HAROLD HART CRANE THE HILL WIFE: THE SMILE by ROBERT FROST LOVE SONGS TO JOANNES by MINA LOY BURIAL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY FOR THE YOUNGEST by CHARLES WESLEY ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE |