I LEAVE MY CASE TO THEE.
By E. W. Darling
Physician of our dying race,
To thee alone I come for aid;
Thou know'st the ills of every case,
All skill and power thy arm pervade. I need not tell thee of my case,
Or which of all the ills are mine,
But only need I seek thy face,
And ask, and gain thy care divine. Thou knowest whether healing balm
Or cleansing scourge for me were best;
Henceforth my anxious fears be calm,
My troubled soul heuceforward rest. I would not boast that I could bear
Thy chastening; rather would I seek
In thy sustaining grace to share;
For well thou know'st the flesh is weak. But should'st thou deal severe with me,
Though my weak heart may shrink the stroke,
Yet would I leave it all to thee,
And trust thine arm to do the work. Should friends, and hopes, and earthly gain,
And my right hand, and all my stays
Be taken, yet may I refrain
From murmuring thought against thy ways. And should I tremble to yield up
My all to thee, and sadly moan,
And pray thee to remove the cup,
Yet may I add, Thy will be done. I know if thou but be my friend,
All things shall work for good to me;
Though dark at first, yet in the end,
In all, thy goodness I shall see. O, may I never more complain,
Or my short-sighted wisdom trust;
For with thy favor loss in gain,
Without thy favor all is lost. E. W. DARLING.
Beaver Minn.