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August 31 DIVINE RESPONSIBILITIES
“Righteous art thou, O Lord, when I plead with thee: yet
let me talk with thee of thy judgments.”—Jer. xii. 1.
Creator, let me talk with Thee a while,
And pardon this dim voice;
Thou gavest me a life of tear and smile,
Wherein I had no choice;
Thou hast not made me as a passing breath,
For joys uncertain and then certain death.
And pardon this dim voice;
Thou gavest me a life of tear and smile,
Wherein I had no choice;
Thou hast not made me as a passing breath,
For joys uncertain and then certain death.
Creator, Thou hast fashioned me most weak
Of trembling flesh and nerves;
And with a heart, on which all passions wreak
Great wrongs, that often swerves;
Thou hast not meant my love to suffer so,
And when it fain were rising sink below.
Of trembling flesh and nerves;
And with a heart, on which all passions wreak
Great wrongs, that often swerves;
Thou hast not meant my love to suffer so,
And when it fain were rising sink below.
Creator, I am but of brittle clay,
But that is wholly Thine;
I would respond to nothing but Thy sway,
Till I am all Divine;
Deal gently with me, for I sometimes tire,
Lest this poor vessel break within the fire.
But that is wholly Thine;
I would respond to nothing but Thy sway,
Till I am all Divine;
Deal gently with me, for I sometimes tire,
Lest this poor vessel break within the fire.
Creator, let me humbly dare to plead,
And as Thy creature woo;
Though I would follow Thee where duties lead,
God hath His duties too;
Thou knowest what my inmost heart would be,
Complete Thy work, and let me hide in Thee.
And as Thy creature woo;
Though I would follow Thee where duties lead,
God hath His duties too;
Thou knowest what my inmost heart would be,
Complete Thy work, and let me hide in Thee.
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