Poems (David)/Prayer
For works with similar titles, see Prayer.
PRAYER.
By Edith M. David, May 30th, 1867, a few days previous to her Confirmation.
MY God!—My Saviour!—Thou art near,
E'er whispering, I have nought to fear;
For thou wilt bear me on Thy wings,
Thou wilt remove from Death its sting'—
Thou wilt guide me on my way,
Thou wilt never let me stray,
Thou wilt bring Thy wandering sheep
Again unto Thy mercy-seat;
Thou wilt bear me o'er life's sea,
And make the night for ever flee,
And the darkness pass away,
Before the everlasting day.—
Oh! in Thy footsteps will I tread,
Until I moulder with the dead.
E'er whispering, I have nought to fear;
For thou wilt bear me on Thy wings,
Thou wilt remove from Death its sting'—
Thou wilt guide me on my way,
Thou wilt never let me stray,
Thou wilt bring Thy wandering sheep
Again unto Thy mercy-seat;
Thou wilt bear me o'er life's sea,
And make the night for ever flee,
And the darkness pass away,
Before the everlasting day.—
Oh! in Thy footsteps will I tread,
Until I moulder with the dead.