01.08. Excerpt2 - I Kiss Thy Rod

Excerpt2 - I Kiss Thy Rod

I bow my head, my Holy God,
To kiss Thy loving, chastening rod,
Because I know, how oft You smite,
It only can be true and right.
I want my simple life to be
A living copy, Lord, of Thee,
In love and Thy humility,
A humble, lowly, contrite heart
With truth set in the inward part.
Dear God, I really do aspire
For a soul inflamed with holy fire,
To burn with an untiring zeal.
0! Master! Master!! Let me feel
The inward throes of Your compassion
As my inner life You gently fashion,
Until men’s eyes can see in me
Thy travail in Gethsemane.