Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Poems. II. Though He slay me, yet will I trust in HimHenry Septimus Sutton (18251901)
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And lose this life, Thy gracious boon?
Let me not fear that I shall fall
And die too soon.
Nor die, except at Thy command.
Low let me lie, my Father, yet
Beneath Thy hand.
Thou dost not, Lord, decrease with me;
What matters it that I must cease,
Since Thou must be?
To thank Thee for that gracious will;—
If I must lose it, I would choose
To thank Thee still.
Or sway a tongue to grateful tones;
Yet should a noise of praise still rise
Even from my bones.