Lord, I have knelt and tried to pray to-night, br But Thy love came upon me like a sleep, br And all desire died out; upon the deep br Of Thy mere love I lay, each thought in light br Dissolving like the sunset clouds, at rest br Each tremulous wish, and my strength weakness, sweet br As a sick boy with soon o’erwearied feet br Finds, yielding him unto his mother’s breast br To weep for weakness there. I could not pray, br But with closed eyes I felt Thy bosom’s love br Beating toward mine, and then I would not move br Till of itself the joy should pass away; br At last my heart found voice,—‘Take me, O Lord, br And do with me according to Thy word.