6/5/48
"O Lord, against this bosom-blast
of coiled and seething feelings,
Batt’ring passions, ebbing yearnings,
oozing ache of inner man,
Raise Thou the flinty walls of
stuff of which Thy Son was made-
Yea, build in me the buttressed
bastions of faith
That shall resist the under-suck-
ing flow of soulish tide,
And make me to endure this
late attack, I pray,
In Jesus’ name."
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