Jessie MacDonald

GOD, take my hand

And understand:

I have it here, the lovely gift;

I cannot lift

My fluttering eyes,

Without receiving there, anew,

Surprise;

I cannot part my lips—

Your breath between them slips.

My ears awake

Fair noises take.

Ah, all of me unites,

And wraps round thy delights.

God, take my hand,

And understand:

I cannot pay the lovely gift—

I am adrift.

My tearful eyes,

In spite of all the light they would

Devise,

Betray my laughing lips,

Where thankful utterance trips.

Yet, for your sake,

The gift I take—

Take, but can give no grace

Here in my lonely place.