A Prayer Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish
O THOU Great Being! what Thou art,
Surpasses me to know;
Yet sure I am, that known to Thee
Are all Thy works below.
Thy creature here before Thee stands,
All wretched and distrest;
Yet sure those ills that wring my soul
Obey Thy high behest.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer