Teach Me

WINIFRED BORLEE.

O teach me, Love, to see Thy face,
Though storm and tumult rage around;
To know where truth is, Thou art found,
Thy glory filleth every place.
O teach me, Truth, to hear Thy call
And follow, though the stubborn ear
May catch but faintly, there and here,
The watchword, God is All in all.
O perfect Love, and Truth supreme,
Thou Principle and Life divine,
Now yields my erring thought to Thine,
And knows all ills a baseless dream.