Quotes from Hours of Sorrow — Charlotte Elliott
1789–1871 England
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Renew my will from day to day!
Blend it with Thine! and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done!"
Hours of Sorrow (1836)
Lord! till I reach yon blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to Thee.
Hours of Sorrow (1836)
My God! is any hour so sweet,
From blush of morn to evening-star,
As that which calls me to Thy feet,—
The hour of prayer?
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Blest is my lot, whate'er befall:
What can disturb me, who appall,
While, as my strength, my rock, my all,
Saviour! I cling to Thee?
Hours of Sorrow (1836)