LORD, grant us grace to mount by steps of grace From grace to grace nearer, my God, to Thee; Not tarrying for to-morrow, Lest we lie down in sorrow And never see Unveiled Thy Face. Life is a vapour vanishing in haste; Life is a day whose sun grows pale to set; Life is a stint and sorrow, One day and not the morrow; Precious, while yet It runs to waste. Lord, strengthen us; lest fainting by the way We come not to Thee, we who come from far; Lord, bring us to that morrow Which makes an end of sorrow, Where all saints are On holyday. Where all the saints rest who have heard Thy call, Have risen and striven and now rejoice in rest: Call us too home from sorrow To rest in Thee to-morrow; In Thee our Best, In Thee our All. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEDDING BED IN MANGKUTANA by KAREN SWENSON DEEP IN THE NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE PRIMROSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BRIDGE: 7. THE TUNNEL by HAROLD HART CRANE AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE by THOMAS HARDY |