01.23. Excerpt5 - Let me Drink Thy Cup

Excerpt5 - Let me Drink Thy Cup

Prune my withered branch;
Dung my fruitless tree;
Spring up my dried out well,
O Christ of Calvary.

Touch my dimming eyes;
Oil my stammering tongue;
Complete, dear Lord, in me
What Thou hast scarce begun.

Power me for the load;
Wean me for Thy will;
Love me with Thy rod,
And more I’ll love Thee still.

Of Thy suffering, Lord,
I pray, "fill me up,"
That I may follow Thee.
O let me drink Thy cup!