My Lord, We kneel that have reverent like and fear,For Thou art here
Lord, I have close the door, Bolster my personal cardio;Yonder awaits work – I display a member.Just as a result of sophistication bestowed Could i be true;Here, when you find yourself by yourself that have Thee, My strength replenish.
Lord, tune in to your household hoping,Lord, send their Heart contained in this place;Lord, pay attention to your household hoping,Send us like, give us pow’r, send us grace
Lord, You will find wrestled from livelong nights Would zero leave,Nor hop out me hence into the unfortunate and you will weary plight,Broken in cardiovascular system;In which will I turn, when the Thou shouldst go away,And leave myself within so it cooler world to remain?
We have no other help, no dining, no lightNo hand to aid,The night was black, my home is not coming soon,The trail untried;I dare perhaps not strategy at night by yourself–I can not come across my personal way, in the event the Thou go away.I can not but really discern Thee, as the thou artwork;More i want to see,I can not bear the thought which i must passAway out-of Thee:I will not allow the go, except Thou bless.O, help me to, Lord, in all my helplessness.J. Clear Gen 32
Load, We method thy throne away from sophistication, In which compassion really does abound, Desiring compassion to own my sin, So you’re able to heal my personal soul’s deep injury.
O Lord, I want not to repeatWhat I would personally humbly crave,To possess thou dost see, in advance of We inquire,The item tilat I might features.
Mercy, a good Lord, mercy We ask;This is the total share;To own compassion, Lord, is perhaps all my personal fit;O assist thy compassion already been.
Lord, towards alone heartI hope apart.Today, for this man from sorrowWhom so it so you can-morrowRejoiceth perhaps not, O Lord,Hear my personal weak phrase.
For lives as well bitter to-be borne,For the lured in addition to torn,With the prisoner from the telephone,Into the guilt lip doth not tell,Towards the haggard suicide,Tranquility, serenity, which Christmastide. Continua a leggere “My Lord, We kneel that have reverent like and fear,For Thou art here” →
