Communion

Lord, I have knelt and tried to pray to-night,  
But Thy love came upon me like a sleep,  
And all desire died out; upon the deep  
Of Thy mere love I lay, each thought in light  
Dissolving like the sunset clouds, at rest  
Each tremulous wish, and my strength weakness, sweet  
As a sick boy with soon o’erwearied feet  
Finds, yielding him unto his mother’s breast  
To weep for weakness there. I could not pray,  
But with closed eyes I felt Thy bosom’s love  
Beating toward mine, and then I would not move  
Till of itself the joy should pass away;  
At last my heart found voice,—‘Take me, O Lord,  
And do with me according to Thy word.’