Jer. xxiii. 6. MY God, how perfect are thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into my prayer. When I would speak what thou hast done To save me from my sin, I cannot make thy mercies known, But self-applause creeps in. Divine desire, that holy flame Thy grace creates in me; Alas! impatience is its name, When it returns to thee. This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts, How does it overflow, While self upon the surface floats, Still bubbling from below! Let others in the gaudy dress Of fancied merit shine; The Lord shall be my righteousness, The Lord for ever mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIZIBILL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE SOLOMON'S SONG by REGINA MIRIAM BLOCH SEEN IN TWILIGHT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN JIM'S WHIP by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE SISTER TO SISTER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY SONNET, TO GENERVA (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |