And can I murmur at my God,
While love supreme directs the rod?
4His hand will smooth my rugged way,
And lead me to the realms of day;
To milder skies, and brighter plains,
Where everlasting pleasure reigns.
433. L. M. Watts.
Self-knowledge, and Abstraction from Earth.
1My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee: