Poems (Hoffman)/A Petition
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A PETITION.
Father, the way is dark, Thy child is lost,
Lost on life's winding road;
Take Thou my hand until the wild be crossed,
Bear Thou my load.
Lost on life's winding road;
Take Thou my hand until the wild be crossed,
Bear Thou my load.
My heavy load, the burden of my heart,
My weight of care;
Oh, let me bring it to Thee where Thou art,
And leave it there!
My weight of care;
Oh, let me bring it to Thee where Thou art,
And leave it there!
Give me the promise now for which I wait,
That Thou wilt lead;
That no vague phantom voice of chance or fate
Shall bid me speed.
That Thou wilt lead;
That no vague phantom voice of chance or fate
Shall bid me speed.
I dare not trust the dearest friend on earth
To choose my path,
Nor pray Thee send the strongest angel forth,
High Heaven hath.
To choose my path,
Nor pray Thee send the strongest angel forth,
High Heaven hath.
Hearken my Father, unto Thee I call,
To Thee alone,
Come to me quickly, quickly lest I fall,
Ere light is shone.
To Thee alone,
Come to me quickly, quickly lest I fall,
Ere light is shone.
Clasp Thou my trembling hand in thine so strong,
Then shall I speed
Gladly and swiftly, joyfully along
Where Thou dost lead.
Then shall I speed
Gladly and swiftly, joyfully along
Where Thou dost lead.