Poems (Coolidge)/A Prayer
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A PRAYER
O Lord, to thee I humbly kneel,
Sweet peace doth o'er my spirit steal;
I know not what my soul doth need;—
Thou knowest—and—for this I plead:
Sweet peace doth o'er my spirit steal;
I know not what my soul doth need;—
Thou knowest—and—for this I plead:
That I of self may emptied be,
And e'en my sins may leave with thee:
That time to introspection given,
May, henceforth, speed my way to heaven.
And e'en my sins may leave with thee:
That time to introspection given,
May, henceforth, speed my way to heaven.
O Lord, to thee I yield my will;
With thoughts of thee my spirit fill;
I cast myself upon thy care!
Is not this, Lord, the truest prayer?
With thoughts of thee my spirit fill;
I cast myself upon thy care!
Is not this, Lord, the truest prayer?