The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë, A Prayer

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A PRAYER

My God! O let me call Thee mine!
Weak, wretched sinner though I be,
My trembling soul would fain be Thine,
My feeble faith still clings to Thee.

Not only for the past I grieve,
The future fills me with dismay;
Unless Thou hasten to relieve,
I know my heart will fall away.

I cannot say my faith is strong,
I have not hope my love is great;
But strength and love to Thee belong:
O do not leave me desolate!

I know I owe my all to Thee;
O take the heart I cannot give;
Do Thou my Strength, my Saviour be,
And make me to Thy glory live!

October 13, 1844.

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