PLEADING.
Reading edition
(Ruth i. 16.)
"Intreat me not to leave Thee," Lord; What is this world to me? No happiness can it afford, O God, apart from Thee. Thou art the joy of my delights; The Life of life to me; The comfort of my darkest nights; Yea, All in all to me. Dark were this world without Thee, Lord, But, lighted with Thy love, Thy watchfulness, Thy tender care, More fully here I prove. More subject for my song above I gather day by day; Deeper experience of that love Which guides my pilgrim way. Oh, give me grace to serve Thee, Lord, Each swiftly-passing day, That I the approving word, "Well done," At last may hear Thee say. A Sower.