Duke and Meyla

Duke and Meyla

Friday, September 20, 2013

The Pilgrim's Wants

The Pilgrim's Wants
I want a sweet sense of Thy pardoning love,
That my manifold sins are forgiven;
That Christ, as my advocate, pleadeth above,
That my name is recorded in heaven.

I want every moment to feel
That Thy spirit resides in my heart-
That His power is present to cleanse and to heal,
And newness of life to impart.

I want-Oh! I want to attain
Some likeness my Savior to Thee!
That longed-for resemblance once more to regain,
Thy comeliness put upon me.

I want to be marked for Thine own-
Thy seal on my forehead to wear;
To receive that new name on the mystic white stone
Which none but Thyself can declare.

I want so in Thee to abide
As to bring forth some fruit to Thy praise;
The branch which Thou prunest, though feeble and dried,
May languish but never decays.

I want Thine own hand to unbind
Each tie to terrestrial things,
Too tenderly cherished, too closely entwined,
Where my heart so tenaciously clings.

I want, by my aspect serene,
My actions and words to declare
That my treasure is placed in a country unseen,
That my heart's best affections are there. 

I want as a trav'ller to haste,
Straight onward, nor pause on my way;
Nor fore thought in anxious contrivance to watse
On the tent only pitched for a day.

I want-and this sums up my prayer-
To glorify Thee till I die;
Then calmly to yield up my soul to Thy care,
And breathe out in faith my last sigh.

-Author Unknown

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