O Lord, my strength is small,
But Thou art over all;
Help me to take it all from Thee;
What Thou dost send is best for me.
When I can’t work, ’tis Thou dost teach,
“Don’t dwell on self, but others reach
By letter, or uphold in prayer,
That they may feel My loving care.”
A channel clean, Lord, let me be,
To tell of Thy salvation free;
And when another day is done,
That I may sense a victory won.
Not having yielded to despair,
(Self-pity . . . Satan’s subtle snare);
Thus Thine the glory well may be,
My strength may fail, but I have Thee!
Thou hast a purpose to leave me thus;
Not understanding, yet help me trust;
I thank Thee for my “lack of strength,”
I might spend to “enjoy myself.”
Whereas at Thy disposal now,
To Thy wise will I gladly bow;
Yielding to Thee, heart-joy I find;
Thou dost keep my spirit, soul and mind.
I have so much . . . I thank Thee . . . for
All my needs are met, and more!
“Yes, Lord.” While on Thee my thoughts I turn,
I feel fulfilled, till Thy return.
M. Van Spengen