Hetty Bowman

"My Master and my Lord! I long to do some work, some work for Thee; I long to bring some lowly gift of love For all Thy love to me."

"Thou wilt draw nigh! Father — it is no dream that Thou art near — No dream that, in my sin and misery, I may look up to Thee,— May hide beneath the shadow of Thy wings, From all the restlessness of outward things, And from my own heart's self-accusing fears — For Thou art nigh."

"Like dew on drooping blossoms, Like breath from Holy place, Laden with health and healing, Come Thy deep words of grace: "Thy strength is all in leaning On One who fights for thee; Thine is the helpless clinging, And mine the victory.""