Poetry

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THEE ALONE

Lord, I do not ask for riches,
Or for vast material worth;
Or my name inscribed in niches
On the monuments of earth.
Rather, may this longing fill me:
Take Thou all I am or own,
Only let each hour instill me
With pure thoughts of Thee alone.

Lord, I do not ask that roses,
All along my way be strewn;
Or, that all which life imposes
Tingle with the breath of June.
Ever might this be my tower,
Though the darkness hide Thy throne:
Let my every living hour
Be filled with thoughts of Thee alone.

Lord, I do not ask for praises
From the fickle lips of men,
Lest the head that pride soon raises
Saunter forth to reign again'
Only let my life, dear Savior,
Bud and blossom 'til full grown;
'Til each plan and plea and purpose
Be, for Thee and Thee alone.

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