Wednesday, March 19, 2008

When My Love To God Grows Weak

When my love to God grows weak
When for deeper faith I seek
Then in thought I go to thee
Garden of Gethsemane.

There I walk amid the shades
While the lingering twilight fades
See that suffering, friendless One
Weeping, praying there alone.

When my love for man grows weak
When for stronger faith I seek
Hill of Calvary I go
To thy scenes of fear and woe.

There behold His agony
Suffered on the bitter tree
See His anguish, see His faith
Love triumphant still in death.

Then to life I turn again
Learning all the worth of pain
Learning all the might that lies
In a full self sacrifice.

John Reynell Wreford (1800-1881)

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