Lord, I have knelt and tried to pray to-night, 
But Thy love came upon me like a sleep, 
And all desire died out; upon the deep 
Of Thy mere love I lay, each thought in light 
Dissolving like the sunset clouds, at rest 
Each tremulous wish, and my strength weakness, sweet 
As a sick boy with soon o?erwearied feet 
Finds, yielding him unto his mother?s breast 
To weep for weakness there. I could not pray, 
But with closed eyes I felt Thy bosom?s love 
Beating toward mine, and then I would not move 
Till of itself the joy should pass away; 
At last my heart found voice,?`Take me, O Lord, 
And do with me according to Thy word.?