HOW SHALL I PRAY
Thou first, thine own great impotence must feel,
Yet know there is a strengthening balm to heal,
Then, suppliant, kneel.
Yet know there is a strengthening balm to heal,
Then, suppliant, kneel.
The longing that thy very soul-depths surfed,
Thou needst not clothe in all expressive word,
Unsaid, 'tis heard.
Thou needst not clothe in all expressive word,
Unsaid, 'tis heard.
Ask not to know the Father's full intent,
For, though the answer be not as thou meant,
In love 'tis sent.
For, though the answer be not as thou meant,
In love 'tis sent.
Thy weary head on Jesus' breast should lie;
O'er storm-tossed waves the blessèd "It is I,"
Shall soothe each sigh.
O'er storm-tossed waves the blessèd "It is I,"
Shall soothe each sigh.
SNOWFLAKES
Softly fall the snowflakes, pure and white they lie,
Through the glistening tree-tops looms the cold gray sky;
Silently the Father, though the storm be drear,
Sendeth holy comfort, shadowed hearts to cheer.
Through the glistening tree-tops looms the cold gray sky;
Silently the Father, though the storm be drear,
Sendeth holy comfort, shadowed hearts to cheer.
Softly fall the snowflakes, filling all the air,
Forming feathery garlands, each of foliage fair;
Though our sins be scarlet, by the Saviour's love,
Robes of dazzling whiteness shall be ours above.
Forming feathery garlands, each of foliage fair;
Though our sins be scarlet, by the Saviour's love,
Robes of dazzling whiteness shall be ours above.
Softly fall the snowflakes, hiding earth from view,
Till the landscape sparkles with a beauty new;
So the spirit granteth gifts of love and joy,
And our souls are cleansed from the world's alloy.
Till the landscape sparkles with a beauty new;
So the spirit granteth gifts of love and joy,
And our souls are cleansed from the world's alloy.
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