Tune: Sandys
('Teach me, my God and King')
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Most kind Jesus, grant me
Your grace, may I it see
Dwelling and working in me sure
Abiding evermore
Grant me always to will
What will best please you still
And to desire what you desire
Stir in me, holy fire
May it acceptable
Be unto you, I call
Unto you, pray your will be mine
True whole and true divine
Let my will here follow
Your will, conform, and know
Your plans, purposes, what you choose
My self deny and lose
Grant I the world not know
Its will, its ways and show
But to die to all worldly things
My heart to you sole sings
For your sake may I be
Despised, unknown here, see
And love such state, humility
From worldly passions free
Grant me to rest in you
You refresh me anew
You the heart's true peace, comforted
My life in you is hid
Outside of you, restless
Hard all is, profitless
In you who give true peace I rest
I dwell, am endless blessed
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6686 metre (Short Metre. Thomas á Kempis was a German monk of the 15th Century. Based on an excellent modern translation. A bit repetitive in places, while showing his ardour and devotion.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
This is a beautiful poem. Thank you!
Thanks wc.
Beautifully written, orchidee! Love that last line.
Thanks Fred. I've added my own words, incorporating them into this, originally a prayer by Thomas Kempis.
Amen.
Thanks Gold. Did we meet Tom (Thomas) in person in the 15th Century?!
Well I did, he was in that monastery that we visited and got thrown out of as you put water in their wine!
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