DEAR Lord! accept a sinful heart, Which of itself complains, And mourns, with much and frequent smart, The evil it contains. There fiery seeds of anger lurk, Which often hurt my frame; And wait but for the tempter's work To fan them to a flame. Legality holds out a bribe To purchase life from thee; And Discontent would fain prescribe How thou shalt deal with me. While Unbelief withstands thy grace, And puts the mercy by; Presumption, with a brow of brass, Says, "Give me, or I die!" How eager are my thoughts to roam In quest of what they love! But ah! when Duty calls them home, How heavily they move! Oh, cleanse me in a Saviour's blood, Transform me by thy power, And make me thy beloved abode, And let me roam no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE SONG (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PRAISE OF WATER by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE LOVE POSTPONED by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 67. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE by ROBERT BURNS |