O Lord, my best desire fulfil, <br />And help me to resign <br />Life, health, and comfort to Thy will, <br />And make Thy pleasure mine. <br /> <br />Why whould I shrink at Thy command, <br />Whose love forbids my fears? <br />Or tremble at the gracious hand <br />That wipes away my tears? <br /> <br />No, rather let me freely yield <br />What most I prize to Thee; <br />Who never hast a good withheld, <br />Or wilt withhold, from me. <br /> <br />Thy favor, all my journey through, <br />Thou art engaged to grant; <br />What else I want, or think I do, <br />'Tis better still to want. <br /> <br />Wisdom and mercy guide my way, <br />Shall I resist them both? <br />A poor blind creature of day, <br />And crush'd before the moth! <br /> <br />But ah! my inward spirit cries, <br />Still binds me to Thy sway; <br />Else the next cloud that veils the skies <br />Drives all these thoughts away.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/submission-3/
