Poems (Hoffman)/A Petition
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A PETITION.
Father, the way is dark, Thy child is lost, Lost on life's winding road;Take Thou my hand until the wild be crossed, Bear Thou my load.
My heavy load, the burden of my heart, My weight of care;Oh, let me bring it to Thee where Thou art, And leave it there!
Give me the promise now for which I wait, That Thou wilt lead;That no vague phantom voice of chance or fate Shall bid me speed.
I dare not trust the dearest friend on earth To choose my path,Nor pray Thee send the strongest angel forth, High Heaven hath.
Hearken my Father, unto Thee I call, To Thee alone,Come to me quickly, quickly lest I fall, Ere light is shone.
Clasp Thou my trembling hand in thine so strong, Then shall I speedGladly and swiftly, joyfully along Where Thou dost lead.