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LXXXI. OBLATION OF A SICK FRIEND.

God of love, with pity see,
Succour our infirmity;
Father, let Thy will be done;
Thine we say, but mean our own.

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Can we of ourselves resign
The most precious loan Divine?
With Thy loveliest creature part?
Lord, Thou seest our bleeding heart.
Whom Thyself hast planted there,
From our bleeding heart to tear,
This most sensibly we feel,
This we own impossible.
Dearest of Thy gifts below,
Nature cannot let her go;
Nature, till by grace subdued,
Will not give her back to God.
But we would receive the power
Every blessing to restore,
Would to Thy decision bow,
Would be meekly willing now.
If Thou wilt Thine own revoke,
Now inflict the sudden stroke,
Take our eyes' and hearts' desire,
Let her in Thine arms expire.
Stripp'd of all, we trust in Thee,
As our day our strength shall be;
Jesus, Lord, we come to prove
All the virtue of Thy love.
When the creature-streams are dry,
Thou Thyself our wants supply;
Thou of life the Fountain art,
Rise eternal in our heart.