Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong Second Edition |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. | XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
XXII. |
XXIII. |
XXIV. |
XXV. |
XXVI. |
XXVII. |
XXVIII. |
XXIX. |
XXX. |
XXXI. |
XXXII. |
XXXIII. |
XXXIV. |
XXXV. |
XXXVI. |
XXXVII. |
XXXVIII. |
XXXIX. |
XL. |
XLI. |
XLII. |
XLIII. |
XLIV. |
XLV. |
XLVI. |
XLVII. |
XLVIII. |
XLIX. |
L. |
LI. |
LII. |
LIII. |
LIV. |
LV. |
LVI. |
LVII. |
LVIII. |
LIX. |
LX. |
LXI. |
LXII. |
LXIII. |
LXIV. |
LXV. |
LXVI. |
LXVII. |
LXVIII. |
LXIX. |
LXX. |
LXXI. |
LXXII. |
LXXIII. |
LXXIV. |
LXXV. |
LXXVI. |
LXXVII. |
LXXVIII. |
LXXIX. |
LXXX. |
LXXXI. |
LXXXII. |
LXXXIII. |
LXXXIV. |
LXXXV. |
LXXXVI. |
LXXXVII. |
LXXXVIII. |
Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong | ||
XIII.
Lord! I would hunger after that blest food,
Thirst after that life-giving draught of thine,
And ever, if to will and do were mine,
The one thing needful seek and only good;
Thirst after that life-giving draught of thine,
And ever, if to will and do were mine,
The one thing needful seek and only good;
But ah! to interrupt her better mood
How many Foes against my Soul combine;
Foes, that, unless thy powerful arm divine
Extend its aid, by me are ill withstood:
How many Foes against my Soul combine;
Foes, that, unless thy powerful arm divine
Extend its aid, by me are ill withstood:
Yet rich thy Promise is, faithful thy Word—
“Ask, at my throne let all thy wants be told,
And in due season shall thy prayer be heard.”
“Ask, at my throne let all thy wants be told,
And in due season shall thy prayer be heard.”
The prayer, thy grace now prompts, hear, Lord, at length;
Deliver me, as thou wert wont of old,
And, in my weakness, glorify thy strength.
Deliver me, as thou wert wont of old,
And, in my weakness, glorify thy strength.
Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong | ||