If when I kneel to pray,
With eager lips I say,
Lord, give me all the things that I desire--
Health, wealth, fame, friends, brave heart, religious fire,
The power to sway my fellow men at will,
And strength for mighty works to banish ill"--
~In such a prayer as this
~The blessing I must miss.
Or if I only dare
To raise this fainting prayer:
"Thou seest, Lord, that I am poor and weak,
And cannot tell what things I ought to seek;
I therefore do not ask at all, but still
I trust Thy bounty all my wants to fill"--
~My lips shall thus grow dumb,
~The blessing shall not come.
But if lowly fall,
And thus in faith I call:
"Through Christ, O Lord, I pray Thee give to me
Not what I would, but what seems best to Thee
Of life, of health, of service, and of strength,
Until to Thy full joy I come at length"--
~My prayer shall then avail;
~The blessing shall not fail.