Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте)

A Prayer

My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,
Weak, wretched sinner though I be),
My trembling soul would fain be Thine;
My feeble faith still clings to Thee.

Not only for the Past I grieve,
The Future fills me with dismay;
Unless Thou hasten to relieve,
Thy suppliant is a castaway.

I cannot say my faith is strong,
I dare not hope my love is great;
But strength and love to Thee belong;
Oh, do not leave me desolate!

I know I owe my all to Thee;
Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give!
Do Thou my strength--my Saviour be,
And MAKE me to Thy glory live. 

1. Vanitas Vanitatis, Etc
2. Fluctuations
3. The Student's Serenade
4. Severed And Gone
5. An Orphan's Lament

Albert Watson (Альберт Уотсон) A Prayer ("O THOU whose finger-tips")

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