A PRAYER.
Reading edition
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BY J. B.
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Thou source of wisdom and of power,
Thou God supreme, who from thy throne,
On mankind dost thy blessings shower,
Knowing all things, thyself unknown;
Content to show thy heavenly care,
(Oh bold presumption let me shun,)
And be this still my only prayer,
Thy will be done.
I feel I’m weak, I know I’m blind,
And evil prone to ask for good,
Enlighten thou my darkened mind,
My faith in thee be still renewed;
Teach me, just God, to trust in thee,
(Oh bold presumption let me shun,)
A mortal’s prayer should only be
Thy will be done.
Thou wilt not change thy just decrees,
Always, eternal God, the same,
If with thy will my prayer agrees,
I need not then implore thy name;
But should my heart with folly pray,
(O bold presumption let me shun,)
Kind Father teach my soul to say
Thy will be done.