Help

Thou wilt be near me Father, when I fail,
For Thou hast called me now to be thy son;
And when the foe within me may assail,
Help me to say in Christ ‘Thy will be done’;
This ever calms, this ever gives me rest;
There is no fight in which I may not stand,
When Christ doth dwell supreme within my breast,
And Thou upholdst me with thy mighty hand;
To live a servant here on earth I ask,
To be with Thee my ever great reward,
To overcome all sin my strengthening task,
Till with Thyself my soul made pure accord;
Then shall my service be in Christ complete,
And I restored in him thy Holyness shall meet.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.