More holiness give me;
More strivings within.
More patience in suffering,
More sorrow for sin.
More faith in my Saviour,
More sense of his care,
More joy in his service,
More purpose in prayer.
More gratitude give me,
More trust in the Lord,
More pride in his glory,
More hope in his word.
More tears for his sorrows,
More pain at his grief,
More meekness in trial,
More praise for relief.
More purity give me,
More strength to o'ercome,
More freedom from earth-stains,
More longings for home;
More fit for the kingdom,
More used I would be,
More blessed and holy--
More, Saviour, like thee.
--Philip Paul Bliss.
"MY SOUL DOTH MAGNIFY THE LORD"
My soul shall be a telescope,
Searching the distant bounds of time and space,
That somehow I may image, as I grope,
Jehovah's power and grace.
My soul a microscope shall be,
In all minutest providences keen
Jehovah's patient thoughtfulness to see,
And read his love between.
My soul shall be a burning-glass
That diligence to worship may succeed,
That I may catch God's glories as they pass,
And focus to a deed.
So, even so,
A mote in his creation, even I
Seeking alone to do, to feel, to know,
The Lord must magnify.
--Amos R. Wells.
Lord, let me not be too content
With life in trifling service spent--
Make me aspire!
When days with petty cares are filled
Let me with fleeting thoughts be thrilled
Of something higher!
Help me to long for mental grace
To struggle with the commonplace
I daily find.
May little deeds not bring to fruit
A crop of little thought to suit
A shriveled mind.
I know this earth is not my sphere,
For I cannot so narrow me but that
I still exceed it.
--Robert Browning.