VI.

Despairing soul the morning brings

though sunlight comes with dawn’s crowning.

I ply the darkest hours alone

and in the shadow make my home

but like the sun departs the dew

Your voice my wav’ring heart renews.

I utter feeble prayers to Thee

that You my rock would ever be.

The lures that lead me to betray

to venture from the narrow way

come issuing from hell’s dark halls

to bid me to a thousand falls.

Though barbs my fragile soul endures

Your Word my trembling heart assures.

When blackest guilt and shame assail

I know thy Spirit will prevail.

Though with the Truth my praise resound

still with these doubts my faith is found.

Fears speak of what the heart believes,

of what no shallow faith shall ease.

If doubt negates what I profess

my warring mind I do confess.

When reason fails to satisfy

still to your waiting arms I fly.