Grant To Me Solid Joys

Hollow to me
Are life’s joys without Thee

Gifts less the giver

Shall satisfy never

Alone, I’ll float

Drifting, empty, remote

In an ocean

Of incessant motion

Abide with me!

Let me remain in Thee!

Come Thou near me

To bear fruit I need Thee

Fill my dead gap

With Thy life-giving sap

Let Thy words sure

Fill my heart, make me pure.

In all life’s noise

Grant to me solid joys

Joys, Lord, of Thee

For Thou makest me happy

In Thy nearness

Is joy and deep gladness

No more hollow,

I’ll seek Thee and follow.

- by Alyssa Colby