AWAKENING

MARY ADELAIDE AYERS.

O Love , that to the cry of our poor hearts
Stands ever-ready with an answer sweet,
In this fair spring-time of a soul reborn,
We lay our offerings humbly at Thy feet.

Take them from faltering lips that cannot speak
The gratitude that floods our being through;
Father, Thy children, waking at Thy voice,
Look up with awe to see all things made new.

And Thee, unchanging in Thy will to bless.
Why did we ever dream Thee aught but Love;

Oh, hear our praise that now we know the truth,
Now fades the dream, in dayspring from above.

For Christ the perfect one; for her to-day,
Love's herald, who to all in need and pain
Calls gently, "Rise, here shines the perfect way,"
We thank Thee, God, with tears that fall like rain.

Tears that shall surely water the good seed,
Sown lovingly along the weary way
Wherein we wandered (till the message came),
Storm-tossed and fainting, ceasing night to pray.

Oh, keep us tender, humble, quick to see
The need that e'en our knowledge small may fill,
And be the pean of our thankfulness.
Not empty voice, but joy to do Thy will.

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