THE WILL by Sel. | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 22, 1875

THE WILL.

By Sel.

I know, dear God, These keen strokes of thy rod Have turned me from deep mires I might have trod,

And often hath That which I deemed thy wrath Been tender love to keep me in the path.

All chastisement Which by thy hand is sent Is for my chastening, not for punishment.

Why do I cry: “My burdens too far try My strength!” Who knows my need best—thou or I?

If sometimes, Lord, My suffering maketh hard The heart, and deaf unto thine inner word;

Yet, as of old, Me with thy love infold, And in my wanderings shield me and uphold.

Give me each day, In humbleness I pray, The strength to still continue in the way.

Give me each night Thy peace, that added might Be mine to labor with the morning light.

Give me each hour Some token of thy power, So shall the heart rejoice, though storms should lower.

Eye may not mark The path. Though all be dark, And to strange sounds the trembling soul may hark,

Thy presence still Goes with me. Good or ill, Whate’er befalls me, it is thy good will!

Then in thy way Still lead me day by day; “Thy will be mine, mine thine!” dear Lord, I pray. —Sel.