 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
TO MY FATHER DIVINE.
Father, though I thy laws have broken,
Have wandered often and run wild;
Yet Christ has died, and by that token,
With all my faults I am thy child.
I madly wanted to be free,
But now my heart hath need of Thee.
Have wandered often and run wild;
Yet Christ has died, and by that token,
With all my faults I am thy child.
I madly wanted to be free,
But now my heart hath need of Thee.
Father, I would be pure and holy,
As was Thy own most precious Son;
I have been proud, I would be lowly.
And do what I have left undone.
I thought it better to be free,
But now my heart hath need of Thee.
As was Thy own most precious Son;
I have been proud, I would be lowly.
And do what I have left undone.
I thought it better to be free,
But now my heart hath need of Thee.
Father, I crave no higher pleading,
Than that dear Name's most sacred sign;
I know, Thy goodness has been leading
My soul, to see that it is Thine.
I vainly laboured to be free,
But now my heart hath need of Thee.
Than that dear Name's most sacred sign;
I know, Thy goodness has been leading
My soul, to see that it is Thine.
I vainly laboured to be free,
But now my heart hath need of Thee.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |