A Prayer by Mrs. Elizabeth Palmer

Review and Herald Publishing Assn. · Washington, D. C. · Jan 7, 1904

A Prayer

By Mrs. Elizabeth Palmer

SAVIOUR, thy love to me is more than life! Away from thy dear arms a constant strife Is waged with self, the world, and sin, And thy sweet peace dwells not within.

O holy love! that must my soul pervade, If like to burnished gold I would be made, And have thy blessed image shine In my poor life, with light divine.

Such would I be, dear Lord, so near to thee, That though thy hand should smite and take from me What now seems dear as life, I'd pray, Help me, “Thy will, not mine,” to say.

And though thou givest what I would not choose, And takest from me what I would not lose, In loving trust I'd say, “’Tis best,” And thus my stricken heart find rest.

Thy rest, how sweet it is! no anxious thought Need e’er disturb the soul by Jesus bought, If only on his breast, each day, Our burdened hearts we calmly lay.

So help me, my dear Lord, to come to thee, And bring my every want and every plea, And kneeling at thy cross, be blest With thy sweet peace and perfect rest.

—Mrs. Elizabeth Palmer, in New York Observer.