Thank God Who spared me what I feared! Once more I gird myself to run. Thy promise stands, Thou Faithful One. Horror of darkness disappeared At length; once more I see the sun, And dare to wait in hope for Spring, To face and bear the Winter's cold: The dead cocoon shall yet unfold And give to light the living wing; There's hidden sap beneath the mould. My God, how could my courage flag So long as Thou art still the same? For what were labour, failure, shame, Whilst Thy sure promise doth not lag And Thou dost shield me with Thy Name? Yet am I weak, my faith is weak, My heart is weak that pleads with Thee: O Thou That art not far to seek Turn to me, hearken when I speak, Stretch forth Thy Hand to succour me. Thro' many perils have I pass'd, Deaths, plagues, and wonders, have I seen: Till now Thy Hand hath held me fast: Lord help me, hold me, to the last; Still be what Thou hast always been. Open Thy Heart of Love to me, Give me Thyself, keep nothing back Even as I give myself to Thee. Love paid by Love doth nothing lack, And Love to pay Love is not slack. Love doth so grace and dignify That beggars sue as King with King Before the Throne of Grace on high: My God, be gracious to my cry; My God, accept what gift I bring: A heart that loves; tho' soiled and bruised, Yet chosen by Thee in time of yore: Who ever came and was refused By Thee? Do, Lord, as Thou art used To do, and make me love Thee more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MOURNING-GARMENT: THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG by ROBERT GREENE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 26 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE CAPTAINS OF THE YEARS by ARTHUR RAYMOND MACDOUGALL JR. PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 62. AL-MUMIT by EDWIN ARNOLD THE TEAMSTER by MATHILDE BLIND |