Prayer for Submission.

    How often, Lord, when 'tis Thy will
        To use the chastening rod,
    My soul, possessed of passions ill,
        Rebels against its God!
    Denies that Justice reigns in heaven,
        Doth His decrees pervade;
    And loathes the blessings He hath given,
        The creatures He hath made!

    Do thou the spirit me instil
        Of sweet submission, Lord,
    And teach me to Thy sovereign will
        In meekness to accord;
    Like Him who felt affliction's fire,
        But never did repine;
    And bore the cross at Thy desire,
        When harder far than mine.

    Enough, it is my King's command!
        What more do I require?
    Yet what is from a father's hand
        Can but to good conspire.
    And all Thy workings are inwove
        In Thine eternal plan,
    Which wills the welfare in Thy love,
        And works the weal of man.

W. M. MacKeracher

W. M. MacKeracher was a poet known for his contributions to Canadian literature during the early 20th century. His works often focused on themes of nature, human emotion, and the simplicity of rural life. Though not as widely known as some of his contemporaries, MacKeracher's poetry has been appreciated for its lyrical quality and depth. Much of his work was published in regional journals and anthologies, capturing the essence of Canadian landscapes and the human experience within them. His exact birth and death dates remain obscure.

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Make, make me Thine, my gracious God,
Or with Thy staff, or with Thy rod;
And be the blow, too, what it will,
Lord, I will kiss it, though it kill:
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Yet, in torments, I'll commend Thee;
Examine me with fire, and prove me
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