Thursday, November 14, 2013

A Wish

Oh that with ready grace my heart could give
What God requires;
That there within it lived no grasping will
No fond desires.

It grieves, it pains me that I do not fly
O Christ, to Thee,
To lay this treasure at Thy feet, with sweet

Yet take it from me; if I love it much
I love Thee more,--
But pity, as Thou takest, for it leaves
my heart so sore!

~ From Golden Hours: Heart-Hymns of the Christian Life.

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