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4510649Poems — My PrayerMartha A. Smith

MY PRAYER.
——I shrink beneath life's chilling blast, And now, oh, God, I crave, at last, Thy help and Thy protecting care,Ne'er withheld when asked in prayer Thou who see'st the sparrow's fall,Oh, leave me not, bereft of all.
When life became a cheerless blank, Beneath dark and deep waves I sank, I raised my voice with anxious cry—Receive me, Lord, when I shall die.
When griefs oppress and sorrows rend,Only on Thee we may depend: My every hope and constant prayer—God save me from my dark despair. In Thou alone I'll put my trust Until I mingle with the dust.
I care not what the world may say,To Thee devoutly I will pray That Thou wilt wash my sins away. Ever in Thee, with fervent prayer, I'll trust for Thy protecting care.
I pray for help from Thee above, For still Thou art a God of love. No taunt or wrong will ever more Cause me again to feel heart-sore. I'll leave this unkind world and flee Away and shield myself in Thee.