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Parents Review Volume IV 1893/4 pages 057-058 Education. Master, Thou will'st me poor-- Haughty and rich am I; In self-dependence rich, Presuming, hard, and high: Faith, looking on the coming years, doth see Dark faults, sore failures, let to humble me. Thy will be done! A mourner must I be: And holy messengers Oft have Thy presence left, To bring me blessed tears: Too soon they fail, and sin's hot breath sweeps by: Then wilt Thou take the spot and show it me, Till, weeping, fain I turn to hide in Thee: Thy will be done! Meek wouldst Thou have Thy child: How little can I bear! How seldom wait for Thee, Quiet, within Thy care! Though through provokings, teach me to endure, Bid errors make me of myself less sure: Thy will be done! A hung'ring, thirsting one Must Thy disciple be; And I so full! grown fat On Thy gifts, leaving Thee! But Thou wilt teach me want, or take away All lesser food till Thou my only stay: Thy will be done! Merciful as Thou art: Oh, how hard judgments rise! Oh, this censorious tongue, Evil-discerning eyes! Yet His sweet mercy will my King impart, If by no other way, e'en through the smart Of pity withheld in my extremities: Thy will be done! Pure, e'en in Thy pure eyes: Single and free from guile; Oh, when shall these vain thoughts Pure rising, meet Thy smile? E'en this through Thee is mine: though it should be That, first, through purging fires, Thou go with me: Thy will be done! Ruled by the Prince of Peace: How far from this my state-- Oft striving for my own, Exacting, harsh, irate. No peace is found in me; but Thou wilt come And make this chafing bosom Thy sweet home: Thy will be done! Thus I abide His time; For hath the King not sworn That all these shall be mine, And will not He perform? If tender ways shall serve, such wilt Thou use; But smite, if need be; I would not refuse: Thy will be done! |
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