Submission.
O Lord, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine. Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears? No, let me rather freely yield What most I prize to thee; Who never hast a good withheld, Or wilt withhold, from me. Thy favour, all my journey through, Thou art engaged to grant; What else I want, or think I do, Tis better still to want. Wisdom and mercy guide my way, Shall I resist them both? A poor blind creature of a day, And crushd before the moth! But ah! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils the skies, Drives all these thoughts away.
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"O Lord, my best desire fulfil,..."
This evocative piece by William Cowper, titled "Submission.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...