Give me Thy gift of gentleness, most gracious Lord;
For when the way was rough, and darkly black,
The clouds of sorrow hung about life's track,
Till tears and anguish seemed my double part—
It was Thy gentleness that healed my heart!
And there are others—walking weary years,
With bleeding feet, the stony track of tears.
Oh, make me gentle, Lord; through me express
The healing grace of Thine own gentleness.
(2 Sam. 22. 36; Ps. 18. 35; 2 Cor. 10. 1; Gal. 5. 22).