LORD, when the sense of thy sweet grace Sends up my soul to seek thy face. Thy blessed eyes breed such desire, I dy in love's delicious Fire. O love, I am thy SACRIFICE. Be still triumphant, blessed eyes. Still shine on me, fair suns! that I Still may behold, though still I dy. Second part. Though still I dy, I live again; Still longing so to be still slain, So gainfull is such losse of breath, I dy even in desire of death. Still live in me this loving strife Of living DEATH and dying LIFE. For while thou sweetly slayest me Dead to my selfe, I live in Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMB, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE PHILIP, MY KING by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE RIVER by RALPH WALDO EMERSON CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON |