Words by Jim Elliot

"O Lord, against this bosom blast
of coiled and seething feelings.
Batt'ring passions, ebbing yearnings,
oozing ache of inner man,
Raise Thou the flinty walls of stuff of
which Thy Son was made,
Yea, build in me the buttressed
bastions of faith.
That shall resist the undersucking flow
of soulish tide,
And make me to endure this late attack.
I pray, in Jesus' name."

Written by Jim Elliot.
Taken from Passion and Purity by Elisabeth Elliot.