School: Effin (C.), Ráthluirc (roll number 8334)
- Location:
- Effin, Co. Limerick
- Teacher: Mrs A. Fitzgerad
Archival Reference
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0509, Page 114
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- Afraid, dear Lord? No, not afraid
of thy judgements just decree
But ashamed my God, ah! yes, ashamed
to lift my eyes to thee.
When the sands of life are drifting out
and I stand on deaths lone pier
My heart may shrink with an honest shame
but never a thought of fear
II
Ashamed of one whom I dearly love
who gave me a work to do
Who coming at even findeth me
to my noble friend untrue
But fear, my God! why should I fear
you formed and fashioned the clay
You know the feeble thing I was
when you gave me the light of day
III
The small mean gifts that are mine to give
other eyes would not deign to see
But you stoop to take with a loving smile
well knowing tis only me
If I feared thee, Lord, I could not go on
then I'll choose the better part
I will hide myself and my broken life
in the depths of thy sacred heart.(continues on next page)
