VIEW me, Lord, a work of Thine: Shall I then lie drowned in night? Might Thy grace in me but shine, I should seem made all of light. But my soul still surfeits so On the poisoned baits of sin, That I strange and ugly grow, All is dark and foul within. Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel At Thine altar, pure and white: They that once Thy mercies feel, Gaze no more on earth's delight. Worldly joys, like shadows, fade When the heavenly light appears; But the covenants Thou hast made, Endless, know not days nor years. In Thy Word, Lord, is my trust, To Thy mercies fast I fly; Though I am but clay and dust, Yet Thy grace can lift me high. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES by SIEGFRIED SASSOON EVENING TRAINS by MARY TRUE AYER QUEEN MARY'S LETTER TO BOTHWELL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE DEATH OF COMMODORE OLIVER H. PERRY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A MENDER OF CLOCKS by MARGARET E. BRUNER |