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W. Garrett Horder, comp.  The Poets’ Bible: New Testament.  1895.
Joseph Anstice (1808–1836)
“Nevertheless, not My will, but Thine, be done.”—LUKE XXII. 42.

NOT in Thine hours of conflict, Lord;
  Nor when the tempting fiend was nigh;
Nor when that bitter cup was pour’d,
  Thy garden agony:—
Nor then, when uttermost Thy need,        5
  Seem’d light across Thy soul to break,
No seraph form was seen to speed,
  No voice of comfort spake;
Till, by thine own revealed word,
  The victory o’er the fiend was won;        10
Till the sweet mournful cry was heard,
  “Thy will, not Mine, be done!”
Then to the desert sped the Blest,
  And food, and peace, and joy, convey’d;
Then one, more favour’d than the rest,        15
  Glanc’d to the olive shade.
Lord! bring those precious moments back,
  When fainting, against sin we strain;
Or in thy counsels fail to track
  Aught but the present pain!        20
In darkness help us to contend;
  In darkness, yield to Thee our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
  Cheer by Thine Angels still!

‘And, behold, Angels came and ministered unto Him.’—MATT. IV. 11.

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