Poem August 13, 1938 Issue

Be Thou My Strength Alway

OMA OLNA MARTIN

Dear Father, like a thoughtless child
I stumble oft and cry,
Forgetting in my waywardness
Thy guiding hand is nigh.
Sometimes I seek the loaf and fish,
The fleshpots and the wine,
Forgetting in the upper room
Thou bidst me come and dine.

Dear God, I would not heedless be—
To err brings grievous pain;
Burn Thy wise precepts in my heart,
And all Thy ways make plain.
For I would rise from sinning sense
Unto Thy sinless day;
The flesh is weak, but Thou art strong,
Be Thou my strength alway.

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

Send a comment to the editors
NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
Signs of the Times
August 13, 1938
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit