260    C.M.     A. Steele
Filial Resignation. Isa. 64. 8; Heb. 12. 7

1 And can my heart aspire so high
  To say, “My Father, God”?
  Lord, at thy feet I fain would lie
  And learn to kiss the rod.

2 I would submit to all thy will,
  For thou art good and wise;
  Let every anxious thought be still,
  Nor one faint murmur rise.

3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
  And bid me wait serene;
  Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
  And brighten all the scene.