"Be perfect in spirit," said'st thou?
Knowest thou all it implied,
To drink of His cup to the dregs,
In sorrow and tears purified?
In Gethsemane's garden to walk,
To surrender all earth's ties;
Has thy soul caught the gleam of Eter
nity's sun,
That " Be perfect in spirit " implies?
Oh! teach me, if so, that I, too,
May stand on the heights all alone,
Till the echo of words thou hast spoken,
Fill my soul with their musical tone.
Till my faltering steps are made strong,
By the gleam thou hast caught of the sun,
And more perfect each day I can say,
"Thy will. Oh my Father, be done."
