Poems (Baldwyn)/Lines (From some cruel scorn protect me, Lord)

by Augusta Baldwyn

For works with similar titles, see Lines.

LINES.

From cruel scorn protect me, Lord,
 And give me wisdom, grace, and power;
Oh let me not offend in word,
 But live to praise thee every hour.

If heavy is my cross, sustain
 The soul that looks to thee for aid;
I shall not pray to thee in vain;
 Ah meet me in the gloomiest shade.

As Jacob in the lonely night,
 When driven to the wilderness,
 Found all his darkness turned to light,
So may thy power thy servant bless.