“Give God the glory,” ’tis thus speaks my soul,
“Take thou my life, Lord, in sweetest control;
When blinding storms of sorrow assail me,
Oh, thou! who didst walk on blue Galilee,
Beneath thy rich mantle sheltered I’d be.
Dub thou me knight, Lord, our most holy King,
While rend’ring thee service, trophies I’d bring,
If mid life’s fray thou wouldst call me today,
Oh, Christ! who canst raise the fallen, lift me,
To bask in thy presence eternally.
Truth as the emblem, ’tis right royally,
Under her flag, firm, united we’d be,
Dark powers of might at thy Word prostrate lie,
While blazoned with love our banner waves high,
In homage to him who reigneth—the King.
ENCHANTMENT
Ethereal bursts yon morn, bluebirds awake,
Joy-notes break forth, Heav’n born, for love’s sweet sake,
Thy face, in waking dreams, reveals the day,
Sunlight in beauty streams, pointing the way.
’Tis but a dainty flower I bring to you,
Bathed in celestial light, mingled with dew,
Still deeply rooted in this heart so true,
Is wealth the world holds not, treasured in you.
Fairest of all the bloom I proffer thee,
Plucked from yon garden rare, Sincerity;
Pure bud of enduring love, shield thou me,
And bear my soul to God in chastity.