 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
A PENITENT'S PLEA.
Like a child that is lost
From its home in the night,
I grope through the darkness
And cry for the light;
Yea, all that is in me
Cries out for the day—
Come Jesus, my Master,
Illumine my way!
From its home in the night,
I grope through the darkness
And cry for the light;
Yea, all that is in me
Cries out for the day—
Come Jesus, my Master,
Illumine my way!
In the conflicts that pass
'Twixt my soul and my God,
I walk as one walketh
A fire-path, unshod;
And in my despairing
Sit dumb by the way—
Come Jesus, my Master,
And heal me, I pray!
'Twixt my soul and my God,
I walk as one walketh
A fire-path, unshod;
And in my despairing
Sit dumb by the way—
Come Jesus, my Master,
And heal me, I pray!
I know the fierce flames
Will not cease to uproll,
Till thou rainest the dew
Of thy love on my soul;
And I know the dumb spirit
Will never depart,
Till thou comest and makest
Thy house in my heart.
Will not cease to uproll,
Till thou rainest the dew
Of thy love on my soul;
And I know the dumb spirit
Will never depart,
Till thou comest and makest
Thy house in my heart.
My thoughts lie within me
As waste as the sands;
Oh make them be musical
Strings in thy hands!
My sins, red as scarlet,
Wash white as a fleece—
Come Jesus, my Master,
And give me thy peace!
As waste as the sands;
Oh make them be musical
Strings in thy hands!
My sins, red as scarlet,
Wash white as a fleece—
Come Jesus, my Master,
And give me thy peace!
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