# Hearken\! My Soul\!

Language: en  
Author: \(Author unknown\)  
Original issue: The Heartbeat of The Remnant, May/June 2004, Number 3  
Source pages: 11  
Read article: <https://remnant.truechristian.church/en/poetry/hearken-my-soul/>
Original PDF: 2004\-05\-Remnant\.pdf
[The Heartbeat of The Remnant, May/June 2004](<https://remnant.truechristian.church/en/issues/heartbeat-remnant-2004-05/>)

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Hearken\! My soul\! What canst thou bring  
 To gain the approval of thy royal King?  
 I shall labor, and toil, night and day,  
 Surely I’ll find His favor some way\.

I try in great works, His favor to obtain  
 Yet all my attempts are not to my gain\.  
 I struggle, I wrestle, at last I sigh,  
 With all hope lost, to Thee I cry\.

Lord, Thou hast seen my feeble tries,  
 My falterings, my failures, my despairing cries\.  
 I see my small strength will never be  
 Enough to make me all glorious for Thee\.

“O precious daughter, knowest thou not,  
 How wondrous things my power hath wrought?  
 Wouldst thou not fully rest in Me?  
 For ‘tis my joy to work in thee\.”

Yea, I would yield myself to Thee  
 For my endeavors have wearied me  
 And, O thou labourings, all in vain\!  
 Have only caused my soul great strain\.

“Rest, O child, simply rest in my care  
 And I shall make of thee beauty so rare\.  
 Into my likeness, I’ll shape, form and build,  
 If thou would rest in me and be still\.”

At last\! A princess to behold\!  
 Refined and precious, like unto gold  
 Yet all earth’s riches could not repay  
 The priceless treasure that God hath made\.