Poem

Made for Thyself, O God!

Made for Thy love, Thy service, Thy delight;

Made to show forth Thy wisdom, grace and might;

Made for Thy praise whom veiled archangels laud;

Oh, strange and glorious thought, that we may be

A joy to Thee!

* * *

Yet the heart turns away

From this grand destiny of bliss and dreams

‘Twas made for it’s poor self, for passing dreams,

Chasing illusions melting day by day;

Till for ourselves we read on this world’s best,

“This is not rest!”

-Frances Ridley Havergal

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