Poems (Ryan)/Father
FATHER.
Father, with Thy great love draw me Closer to Thee; And banish from my soul its night With truth's great light. Oh! give my panting spirit rest Upon Thy breast, There let me cling closer to Thee, Thy glory see.
For through the changing scenes of life, In earth's great strife, I've fought for Thee and for the right With all my might. But all that I could win proved vain And full of pain, So I grew weary in the fray, Fell by the way.
What I have sown, others did reap, So I must weep. O Saviour, speak these words to me,— "All's well with thee." Thy promises I do believe, So God receive This contrite heart, and give me rest Upon Thy breast.
For now in tears I've come to Thee Without one plea; No golden grain to Thee I bring, No worthy thing; But at my Saviour's feet, e'en I Now prostrate lie. O Father, take my sin-sick heart And heal its smart.