Victory in Verse

Song lyrics and poems to challenge and comfort believers.

E Profundis by H.F. Hedge

Beneath thy hammer, Lord, I lie
 With contrite spirit prone:
O, mold me till to self I die
 And live to thee alone.

With frequent disappointment sore
 And many a bitter pain,
Thou laborest at my being’s core,
 Till I be formed again.

Smite, Lord! Thy hammer’s needful wound
 My baffled hopes confess,
Thine anvil is the sense profound
 Of my own nothingness.

Smite till from all its idols free,
 And filled with love divine,
My heart shall know no good but thee
 And have no will but thine.