p. 78 | A SOLILOQUY by Delphia J. Frisbie

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 27, 1859

A SOLILOQUY.

By Delphia J. Frisbie

DEAR Lord and must I be like thee, Before I heaven gain? A vile and sinful worm like me, Thy image here maintain.

And must this stubborn heart of mine, Yield up each idol here? And have no other will but thine, Before I glory share?

Must every vile affection here, Within my heart secure, Be rooted out and grace appear, And all my thoughts be pure?

Great is the work, oh Lord, I see, To be a christian, true; A sinner vile, I come to thee, That thou the work may'st do.

Oh speak the word! it shall be done; I'll put my trust in thee; Oh bid dark unbelief be gone— I must salvation see.

Thou art my only hope and trust; No arm of flesh can save; Myself I'd humble in the dust, While I thy mercy crave.

Thou art the Way, the Life, the Truth; Thou art the God most high; I sought thee in the days of youth, And still to thee I cry.

Then come just now and fill my heart, With grace and love divine; Thy righteousness to me impart, The glory shall be thine.

Then shall my walk with 'thine' compare, While journeying here below; My interest will be centered there, From whence my blessings flow.

DELPHIA J. FRISBIE. Battle Creek, Mich.