Haste to Me, Lord
Haste to me, Lord, when this fool-heart of mine
Begins to gnaw itself with selfish craving;
Or, like a foul thing scarcely worth the saving,
Swoln up with wrath, desireth vengeance fine.
Haste, Lord, to help, when reason favours wrong;
Haste when thy soul, the high-born thing divine,
Is torn by passion’s raving, maniac throng.
Fair freshness of the God-breathed spirit air,
Pass through my soul, and make it strong to love;
Wither with gracious cold what demons dare
Shoot from my hell into my world above;
Let them drop down, like leaves the sun doth sear,
And flutter far into the inane and bare,
Leaving my middle-earth calm, wise, and clear.
-George Macdonald (1824-1905) “May 11&12” from A Book of Strife in the Form of the Diary of an Old Soul (1880)
Yea, O Lord and King,
grant me to see my own transgressions and not to judge my brother, for blessed art Thou, unto ages of ages. Amen.
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