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On recovery from sickness

Lord of my life to thee my powers belong

Author: Anne Steele
Published in 1 hymnal

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Lord of my life to thee my powers belong,
Thy mercies are my chief my darling theme;
To thee be first inscrib'd the votive song
With warmest gratitude, with love supreme;
On thee my life and all its powers depend,
My gracious guardian, my unchanging friend.

O be that life, which thy indulgent hand
Sustain'd when sinking to the shades of death,
Devoted to thy praise, whose kind command
Restores my wasting strength and shortening breath.
Be my remaining hours entirely thine,
My strength and breath employ'd in work divine.

Yet next to heaven to friendship's honour'd name
The lay which grateful love inspires is due;
With lenient hand she nurs'd the vital flame,
When faintly glimmering it almost withdrew:
Heaven smil'd indulgent on her tender care,
Blest were her efforts, answer'd was her prayer.

The lay which friendship claims heaven will approve,
Since first to heaven the grateful strains aspire:
Sacred to filial and fraternal love,
Be the next labours of the tuneful lyre.
O may the love that animates my lay
Procure acceptance for the thanks I pay.

But never can these languid notes express
My heart's warm wishes ardent as they rise;
Yet he, who knows their meaning, he can bless;
Unmeasur'd bounty every good supplies.
O be the friends who claim my grateful love,
A blessing here, compleatly blest above.

Source: Miscellaneous Pieces in Verse and Prose #84

Author: Anne Steele

Anne Steele was born at Broughton, Hampshire, in 1717. Her father was a timber merchant, and at the same time officiated as the lay pastor of the Baptist Society at Broughton. Her mother died when she was 3. At the age of 19 she became an invalid after injuring her hip. At the age of 21 she was engaged to be married but her fiance drowned the day of the wedding. On the occasion of his death she wrote the hymn "When I survey life's varied scenes." After the death of her fiance she assisted her father with his ministry and remained single. Despite her sufferings she maintained a cheerful attitude. She published a book of poetry Poems on subjects chiefly devotional in 1760 under the pseudonym "Theodosia." The remaining works were published a… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Lord of my life to thee my powers belong
Title: On recovery from sickness
Author: Anne Steele
Language: English
Publication Date: 1780
Copyright: This text in in the public domain in the United States because it was published before 1923.



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