Help me, Oh God, to run my race,
Without a purpose of my own;—
To know no time, to know no place,
But that which comes from Thee alone.
How vain and helpless eveiy plan,
Which builds itself on human choice;
The hope, the strength of feeble man
Is found in listening to Thy voice.
Then let my roving thoughts be still,
My earthly hopes and purpose slain;
And in their stead the glorious will
Of God's great thoughts and purpose reign.
Without a purpose of my own;—
To know no time, to know no place,
But that which comes from Thee alone.
How vain and helpless eveiy plan,
Which builds itself on human choice;
The hope, the strength of feeble man
Is found in listening to Thy voice.
Then let my roving thoughts be still,
My earthly hopes and purpose slain;
And in their stead the glorious will
Of God's great thoughts and purpose reign.
All thoughts, all hearts, oh God, control;
And most of all, be this Thy care,
To build Thy kingdom in the soul,
And wield Thy mighty scepter there.
And most of all, be this Thy care,
To build Thy kingdom in the soul,
And wield Thy mighty scepter there.
— Christ in the Soul (1872) LXX.
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