p. 459 | MY PRAYER by M. E. Durkee

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · May 28, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 29.

MY PRAYER.

By M. E. Durkee

BY M. E. DURKEE.

FROM all earth's hurtful, wily snares, From covetousness, or anxious cares, From hasty words that wound and sting Like poisoned arrows from a sling, Deliver me, O Lord, I pray; Be thou my refuge day by day.

When those I've loved do treat me ill, And anger doth their bosom fill, Let me be calm, and trust and wait, And pity them instead of hate. Help me to bow to thy decree, But ne'er to Baal bend the knee.

When comes a time, as come it will, When men of wrath desire to kill Those whom the law of God obey, And from men's precepts turn away, Oh, guide decisions for the right, That truth may triumph in her might!

Let calm, sweet patience keep the soul; Let hope and dignity control; Let meekness be the ornament, The most desired, the heaven sent; Let faith reach up and grasp the prize But dimly seen by mortal eyes.

Battle Creek, Mich.