 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
TRUST.
Away with all life's memories,
Away with hopes, away!
Lord, take me up into thy love,
And keep me there to-day.
Away with hopes, away!
Lord, take me up into thy love,
And keep me there to-day.
I cannot trust to mortal eyes
My weakness and my sin;
Temptations He alone can judge,
Who knows what they have been.
My weakness and my sin;
Temptations He alone can judge,
Who knows what they have been.
But I can trust Him who provides
The thirsty ground with dew,
And round the wounded beetle builds
His grassy house anew.
The thirsty ground with dew,
And round the wounded beetle builds
His grassy house anew.
For the same hand that smites with pain,
And sends the wintry snows,
Doth mould the frozen clod again
Into the summer rose.
And sends the wintry snows,
Doth mould the frozen clod again
Into the summer rose.
My soul is melted by that love,
So tender and so true;
I can but cry, My Lord and God,
What wilt thou have me do?
So tender and so true;
I can but cry, My Lord and God,
What wilt thou have me do?
My blessings all come back to me,
And round about me stand;
Help me to climb their dizzy stairs
Until I touch thy hand.
And round about me stand;
Help me to climb their dizzy stairs
Until I touch thy hand.
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