TO THEE

BEN. HAWORTH-BOOTH.

Would I had faith as he who walked the wave,
And strength as he who bade the tempter fly,
Who conquered death and broke the guarded grave—
For Love beheld and heard earth's bitter cry—
Would I might hold Thy hand and know Thy help is nigh.

In Thee my strength is strong, to Thee I turn
To lift my load, to help my helplessness;
Lest I should lose Thy light, my chief concern
Shall be to have Thee in my heart's recess:
Life of my life, control, sustain, uplift, and bless!

O Love divine, I would be staunch and true
And stedfast as the needle to the north,
Stedfast as star in heaven's eternal blue,—
Aloft, alone, aflame to beacon forth
Thy bright reflected beams over the darkened earth.

Still may I look, from out a mist of tears,
To Thee, alone to Thee, to save, to bless?
Beyond the void of heaven, the rolling spheres,
Beyond the wondrous starry wilderness
Soundeth the still small voice of power that answers,
"Yes."