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Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Jan 20, 1904

CONSECRATION.

By Maidie Barnitz

BY MAIDIE BARNITZ.

Lord, take my heart, I know not how to give it. Take it and keep it in the strength Thine own. Weak, weak, I feel amid mistaken meanings, Through all the might which is Thy strength alone.

And when I ask, still blind, not understanding, For what is only worthy, if denied, Let it be still that, in the onward-going, Only from that, not Thee, I turn aside.

I see not clearly my way before me, Far unexplored the vistas open wide, How should I guess significance from seeming, Or the portent of aught which may betide.

Somewhere, even in our life's supremest effort, Cometh a point where more we can not see. Is it not more sweet to pause without the conflict, And, still serene, to leave all things to Thee?

Lord, take my heart, I would not keep it longer. Poor, poor, were all my efforts, at the best, Only through all to feel that Thou art stronger, When at the last I come to Thee for rest.