Saturday, May 16, 2020

Saturday Synaxis

O Thou whose sacred feet have trod
The thorny path of woe,
Forbid that I should slight the rod,
Or faint beneath the blow.
My spirit to its chastening stroke
I meekly would resign,
Nor murmur at the heaviest yoke
That tells me I am Thine.
Give me the spirit of Thy trust,
To suffer as a son--
To say, though lying in the dust,
"My Father's will be done!"

- from a 19th-century hymn by James D. Burns

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