As Thou Wilt
IT is so sweet to live
My little life to-day
That I would never leave it, if
I might forever stay,
I sometimes say.
I am so weary, Lord,
I would lie down for aye,
Could I but hear thee speak the word,
"Thy sins are washed away,"
I sometimes say.
The better mood that lies
These moods between midway
Comes softly, and I lift my eyes,
"Lord, as thou wilt!" I pray;
And would alway.
H. M. Kimball.