A Collection of
Poems by Amy Carmichael,
one of my personal heroes of the faith...
O Lord, my heart is all a prayer,
But it is silent unto Thee;
I am too tired to look for words,
I rest upon Thy sympathy
To understand when I am dumb;
And well I know Thou hearest me.
I know Thou hearest me because
A quiet peace comes down to me,
And fills the places where before
Weak thoughts were wandering wearily;
And deep within me it is calm,
Though waves are tossing outwardly.
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Strength of my heart, I need not
fail,
Not mind to fear but to obey,
With such a Leader, who could
quail?
Thou art as Thou wert yesterday.
Strength of my heart, I rest in
Thee,
Fulfil Thy purposes through me.
Hope of my
heart, though suns burn low,
And fades the
green from all the earth,
Thy quenchless
hope would fervent glow,
From barren
waste would spring to birth.
Hope of heart,
oh, cause to be
Renewals of
Thy hope in me.
Love of my
heart, me streams run dry.
O Fountain of
the heavenly hills,
Love, blessed
love, to Thee I cry,
Flood of all
my secret hidden rills.
Waters of
love, oh, pour through me;
I must have
love, I must have Thee.
Lord, give me
love, then I have all,
For love casts
out tormenting fear,
And love
sounds forth a trumpet call
To valiant
hope; and sweet and clear
The birds of
joy sing in my tree,
Love of my
heart, when I have Thee.
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O Father, help, lest our poor love refuse
For our beloved the life that they would choose,
And in our fear of loss for them, or pain,
Forget eternal gain.
For our beloved the life that they would choose,
And in our fear of loss for them, or pain,
Forget eternal gain.
Show us the gain, the golden harvest there
For corn of wheat that they have buried here;
Lest human love defraud them and betray,
Teach us, O God, to pray.
For corn of wheat that they have buried here;
Lest human love defraud them and betray,
Teach us, O God, to pray.
Teach us to pray, remembering Calvary,
For as the Master must the servant be;
We see their face set toward Jerusalem,
Let us not hinder them.
For as the Master must the servant be;
We see their face set toward Jerusalem,
Let us not hinder them.
Teach us to pray; O Thou who didst not spare
Thine own Beloved, lead us on in prayer;
Purge from the earthly, give us love Divine,
Father, like Thine, like Thine.
Thine own Beloved, lead us on in prayer;
Purge from the earthly, give us love Divine,
Father, like Thine, like Thine.