As Thou Wilt

IT is so sweet to live

My little life to-day

That I would never leave it, if

I might forever stay,

I sometimes say.

I am so weary, Lord,

I would lie down for aye,

Could I but hear thee speak the word,

"Thy sins are washed away,"

I sometimes say.

The better mood that lies

These moods between midway

Comes softly, and I lift my eyes,

"Lord, as thou wilt!" I pray;

And would alway.

H. M. Kimball.