Mary Stuart Poems

O Lord my God, receive my prayer
Which is according to thy holy will;
For if, O great king, it should please thee still
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In my sad, quiet song,
A melancholy air,
I shall look deep and long
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One thought, that is my torment and delight,
Ebbs and flows bittersweet within my heart
And between doubt and hope rends me apart
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O my Lord and my God, I have trusted in Thee.
O my dear Jesus, no liberate me.
In shackle and chain, in torture and pain, I long for Thee.
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She does your bidding for her honour's sake.
I do your bidding and have naught but strife
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And now at last she starts to comprehend
How poor her judgement was and to discover
She should not undervalue such a lover,
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'Tis not because my strength outranks both flame and brand,
Nor because my facets display a cunning hand,
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Lord, grant your mercy unto me:
Teach me some way that he may know
My love for him is not an empty show
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My love for him is growing and shall grow
Throughout my life as long as there's a part
Where it can grow to greatness in that heart;
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Into his hands and wholly in his power
I place my son, my honour and my all,
My country, my subjects, my surrendered soul
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