“My God! O let me call Thee mine!
Weak, wretched sinner though I be,
My trembling soul would fain be Thine,
My feeble faith still clings to Thee.”

—  Anne Brontë, book Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846), A Prayer (1844)

Adopted from Wikiquote. Last update June 3, 2021. History

Help us to complete the source, original and additional information

Do you have more details about the quote "My God! O let me call Thee mine! Weak, wretched sinner though I be, My trembling soul would fain be Thine, My feeble…" by Anne Brontë?
Anne Brontë photo
Anne Brontë148
British novelist and poet 1820–1849

Related quotes

Sarah Fuller Flower Adams photo

“Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!”

Sarah Fuller Flower Adams (1805–1848) English poet, hymnwriter

Nearer, my God, to Thee (c. 1841)

Ja'far al-Sadiq photo

“O God, thine is the praise that I give thee, and to thee is the excuse if I sin against thee. There is no work of merit on my own behalf or on behalf of another, and in evil there is no excuse for me or for another.”

Ja'far al-Sadiq (702–765) Muslim religious person

Views on free will
Source: [Donaldson, Dwight M., The Shi'ite Religion: A History of Islam in Persia and Irak, 1933, 115,130-141, BURLEIGH PRESS]

Harriet Beecher Stowe photo

“Let my soul calm itself, O Christ, in Thee. This is true”

Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811–1896) Abolitionist, author

"Life's Mystery", reported in Charlotte Fiske Rogé, The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song (1832), p. 544.

George Parsons Lathrop photo

“The sunshine of thine eyes,
(O still celestial beam!)
Whatever it touches it fills
With the life of its lambent gleam.

The sunshine of thine eyes,
Oh, let it fall on me!
Though I be but a mote of the air,
I could turn to gold for thee.”

George Parsons Lathrop (1851–1898) United States novelist and poet

"The Sunshine of thine Eyes" in Dreams and Days (1892).

Alexander Maclaren photo

“I come to Thee, O Christ. Faint and perishing, defenceless and needy, with many a sin and many a fear, to Thee I turn, for Thou hast died for me, and for me Thou dost live. Be Thou my shelter and strong tower. Give me to drink of living water. Let me rest in Thee while in this weary land; and let Thy sweet love, my Brother and my Lord, be mine all on earth and the heaven of my heaven.”

Alexander Maclaren (1826–1910) British minister

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 100.

William Shakespeare photo

“Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.”

William Shakespeare Othello

Source: Othello

“Truth is Thy primal word; at thy behest
The generations pass - O aid our quest
For Thee, and set my host of songs on high,
And let my psalmody come very nigh.
My praises as a coronal account,
And let my prayers as Thine incense mount.
Deem precious unto Thee the poor man's song,
As those that to thine altar did belong.
Rise, O my blessing, to the lord of birth,
The breeding, quickening, righteous force of earth.
Do Thou receive it with acceptant nod,
My choicest incense offered to my God.
And let my meditation grateful be,
For all my being is athirst for Thee.

from Millgram, A. E., Anthology of Medieval Hebrew Literature, Abelard, 1961.”

Yehuda he-Hasid (1140–1217) German philosopher

Shir Hakovod, trans. from the Hebrew by Israel Zangwill

Charles Wesley photo

“Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.”

Charles Wesley (1707–1788) English Methodist and hymn writer

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 591.

Katrina Trask photo

“O power of Love, O wondrous mystery!
How is my dark illumined by thy light,
That maketh morning of my gloomy night,
Setting my soul from Sorrow's bondage free
With swift-sent revelation! Yea, I see
Beyond the limitation of my sight
And senses, comprehending now, aright,
Today's proportion to eternity.
Through thee, my faith in God is made me sure,
My searching eyes have pierced the misty veil;
The pain and anguish which stern Sorrow brings
Through thee become more easy to endure.
Love-strong I mount, and heaven's high summit scale;
Through thee, my soul has spread her folded wings.”

Katrina Trask (1853–1922) American writer

Love

Frances Ridley Havergal photo

“Jesus, my life is Thine,
And ever more shall be
Hidden in Thee,
For nothing can untwine
Thy life from mine.”

Frances Ridley Havergal (1836–1879) British poet and hymn-writer

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 610.

Related topics