Falteringly a hope I breathe,
A holy, deep desire; a wish
That trembles ere it speaks—hushed
In humility.
Such mighty works as Jesus did, be mine to do.
The blind beheld the golden streaks of rising sun;
The lame man, hobbling on his way, afterward leapt and ran,
The sorrowing one—
In sin destroyed and so forgiven—found
The deep and silent peace of those whose hearts and minds
Are stayed on Thee. The very waters under his dominion came;
He o'er them walked; his word made calm their great tempestuous waves.
Such greatness as was his in doing good, such give to me.
As he was mighty in Thy might alone, so give me might in Thee.
Dear Father, make me great, strong in Thy good,
Thee glorifying; powerful to withstand
In evil hour, able to prevail;
Stanch in Thy strength.
Give me to find the battle front, nor seek a rest
Unearned. Or if in quiet, safe retreat I wait,
Give me to strive; and striving, grow more great—
Great in Thy might.
Give me this day to know the glory of Thy light
Reflected in my task—greatness in self forgot;
All being, love and joy; grace of the healing touch,
But Thee expressed.
Triumphantly a prayer I breathe,
A holy, deep desire, a wish
That trembles ere it speaks—hushed
In humility.
