In darkness, yield to God our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
Cheer by thine holy angels still!
481. C. M. Steele.
Filial Submission.
1And can my heart aspire so high,
To say, "My Father," God?
Lord, at thy feet, I fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
2I would submit to all thy will,