NEARER MY REST
Nearer my rest with each succeeding day
That bears me still mine own allotted task.
Nearer my rest! the clouds roll swift away,
And nought remains, O Lord, for me to ask,
If I but bear unflinchingly life's pain,
And humbly lay it at Thy feet divine,
Then shall I see each loss a hidden gain,
And Thy sweet mercy through the darkness shine.
Nearer my rest! and as I journey on
Grant me, dear Lord, (my angel-guides to be,
To keep and help me ere that rest be won),
Patience, and Faith, and blesséd Purity.
These guides, I pray Thee, each Thine attribute,
And thou, O Lord, my shield and armor bright;
For without Thee no tree shall bear good fruit;
These three, O Lord, to lead me through the night!