Lord, give me grace
To face each newborn day with high intent;
Encased within the armor of Thy love
To meet each seeming foe with quiet strength,
And prove Thy truth is law.
Grant me serenity of heart
And peace that cannot be disturbed,
Then with compassion may I see each fault
That mortal man presents, unreal,
And know Thy image is untouched, secure.
And if in agony of soul I stand
In sad Gethsemane,
Lord, give me strength
To drink unto its dregs the bitter cup,
If, drinking, I may lose some fault
Of sin or pride,
And live to serve Thee better—sanctified.
Poems
LORD, GIVE ME GRACE
From the April 1940 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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