Lord Jesus, Intercessor,
Oh, teach us how to
pray:
Not wave-like, rising,
falling,
In fitful clouds of
spray.
The mighty tides of
ocean
A deeper secret know,
Their currents
undefeated move
Whatever winds may blow.
Lord Jesus, Intercessor,
Creator of the sea,
Teach us the tides'
great secret
Of quiet urgency.
Spindrift of words we
ask not,
But, Lord, we seek to
know
The conquering patience
of the tides
Whatever winds may blow.
* * *
Think through me,
thoughts of God,
My Father, quiet me,
Till in Thy holy presence, hushed,
I
think Thy thoughts with Thee.
Think through me,
thoughts of God,
That always, everywhere,
The stream that through my being
flows,
May homeward pass in prayer.
Think through me,
thoughts of God,
And let my own thoughts be
Lost like the sand-pools on the
shore
Of the eternal sea.
* * *
"Have I been so
long time with thee
And yet hast thou not
known Me?"
"O my Master, I
have known Thee
On the roads of
Galilee."
"Have I been so
long time with thee
On the rods of Galilee,
Yet, My child, hast thou
not known Me
Walking on the tossing
sea?"
"O my Master, I
have known Thee
On the roads and on the
sea."
"Wherefore then
hast thou not known Me
Broken in Gethsemane?
"I would have
thee follow, know Me
Thorn-crowned, nailed
upon the Tree
Canst thou follow, wilt
thou know Me,
All the way to
Calvary?"
* * *
From prayer that asks
that I may be
Sheltered from winds
that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I
should aspire,
From faltering when I
should climb higher
From silken self, O
Captain, free
Thy soldier who would
follow Thee.
From subtle love of
softening things,
From easy choices,
weakenings,
(Not thus are spirits
fortified,
Not this way went the
Crucified)
From all that dims Thy
Calvary
O Lamb of God, deliver
me.
Give me the love that
leads the way,
The faith that nothing
can dismay
The hope no
disappointments tire,
The passion that will
burn like fire;
Let me not sink to be a
clod;
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of
God.
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