Poems (Dorr)/"Into Thy Hands"

by Julia Caroline Dorr

"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 thou
So shall I sink to slumber calm and sweet,
 And wake at morn before thy face to bow!