Old Friend,
Create, again, in me,
a new-born,
ferocious-faith in Thee.
Roust me up from
creaking knee,
shove me
toward eternity.
When comes,
at last,
Deaths
hooded face,
grant,
by Grace,
the serenity
of the saved.
Amen!
Old Friend,
Create, again, in me,
a new-born,
ferocious-faith in Thee.
Roust me up from
creaking knee,
shove me
toward eternity.
When comes,
at last,
Deaths
hooded face,
grant,
by Grace,
the serenity
of the saved.
Amen!