The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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June 26 PRAYER
“But we will give ourselves continually to prayer.”—
Acts vi. 4.
Father, I cannot choose but pray
Because I do belong to Thee,
Thy child, though often far astray
In sunshine which I will not see;
And so my spirit rushes out
In words or with a simple cry,
Which feels 'mid all its darkest doubt
The presence of Eternity.
Because I do belong to Thee,
Thy child, though often far astray
In sunshine which I will not see;
And so my spirit rushes out
In words or with a simple cry,
Which feels 'mid all its darkest doubt
The presence of Eternity.
Father, I cannot choose but pray,
There is no other plea or plan
To guide me on the narrow way
And build me to the better man;
I must give forth in hopeful fear
Or silence which is more than speech,
Petitions none but Thou canst hear—
To prove the mercy I beseech.
There is no other plea or plan
To guide me on the narrow way
And build me to the better man;
I must give forth in hopeful fear
Or silence which is more than speech,
Petitions none but Thou canst hear—
To prove the mercy I beseech.
Father, I cannot choose but pray,
It is the only language meant
For souls that nothing else can say,
And whereon all the world has leant;
Yea, and Thy Spirit will make up
My many blanks or even the blot,
And offer Thee the brimming cup
While cleansing every evil spot.
It is the only language meant
For souls that nothing else can say,
And whereon all the world has leant;
Yea, and Thy Spirit will make up
My many blanks or even the blot,
And offer Thee the brimming cup
While cleansing every evil spot.
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