A BETTER RESURRECTION

A BETTER RESURRECTION

I have no wit, no words, no tears;

       My heart within me like a stone

Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;

       Look right, look left, I dwell alone;

I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief

       No everlasting hills I see;

My life is in the falling leaf:

       O Jesus, quicken me.

My life is like a faded leaf,

       My harvest dwindled to a husk:

Truly my life is void and brief

       And tedious in the barren dusk;

My life is like a frozen thing,

       No bud nor greenness can I see:

Yet rise it shall — the sap of Spring;

       O Jesus, rise in me.

My life is like a broken bowl,

       A broken bowl that cannot hold

One drop of water for my soul

       Or cordial in the searching cold;

Cast in the fire the perished thing;

       Melt and remould it, till it be

A royal cup for Him, my King:

       O Jesus, drink of me.