14/16 Weak, trembling, exhausted she bowed herself, and in anguish of spirit prayed-- "Oh, my Father, sustain me! Give me light, strength, patience, endurance. I am walking darkly, and the way is rough and steep. The floods roar about me--let me not sink beneath them. Oh, bear me up! The sky is black--show me some rift in the clouds, for I am fainting in this rayless night. |