Submission

To feel each inmost thought before Thee bared,
Though I wept wildly o’er the ruined shrine,
Now purify and make this temple Thine,

What can I lay upon Thy hallowed shrine,
While thus a suppliant at Thy feet I bow,
I plead the promise of Thy word, that Thou

And yearning for Thy peace, as some poor bird,
My sacrifice, the Lamb who died for me;
I bring Thy promises; I trust in Thee;