Supplication

Jehovah! throned in Heaven and veiled with light,
     Which man’s weak vision may not pierce—Most High!
     Holiest and Mightiest! hear the feeble cry
Of one who would be Thine, though now the night
Of doubt and fear, in darkness wraps his soul!
     Thou who hast conquered Death and robbed the Grave
     Of its IMMORTAL VICTIM, hear and save
A suppliant for Thy mercy! Oh, control
     The evil passions reigning now within
     A rebel spirit, goading it to sin—
If from the dust, oh God! it may presume
     To lift a prayer for guidance unto Thee,
     Cleanse Thou its sins, from bondage set it free,
And all its darkness with Thy light illume!