Poems (Dorr)/"Into Thy Hands"
"INTO THY HANDS"
Into thy hands, O Father! Now at last, Weary with struggling and with long.unrest,Vext by remembrances of conflicts past And by a host of present cares opprest,
I come to thee and cry, Thy will be done! Take thou the burden I have borne too long.Into thy hands, O mighty, loving One, My weakness gives its all, for thou art strong!
For life—for death. I cannot see the way; I blindly wander on to meet the night;The paths grows steeper, and the dying day Soon with its shadows will shut out the light.
Hold thou my hand, O Father! I am tired As a young child that wearies of the road;And the far heights toward which I once aspired Have lost the glory with which erst they glowed.
Take thou my life, and mold it to thy will; Into thy hands commit I all my way;Fain would I lift each cup that thou dost fill, Nor from its brim my pale lips ever stay.
Take thou my life. I lay it at thy feet; And in my death my sure support be thouSo shall I sink to slumber calm and sweet, And wake at morn before thy face to bow!