Jesus, my life is Thine, And ever more shall be Hidden in Thee, For nothing can untwine Thy life from mine. - Frances Ridley Havergal

Oh, give Thine own sweet rest to me,
That I may speak with soothing power
A word in season, as from Thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.

Only, stay by his side
Till the page is really known, It may be we failed because we tried To learn it all alone, And now that He would not let us lose One lesson of love (For He knows the loss,) — can we refuse?

What He tells thee in the darkness, Weary watcher for the day, Grateful lip and heart should utter When the shadows flee away.