FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here: Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray: Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away! Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought Thy rest in vain; Wilder'd in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost: Low at Thy feet our sins we lay; Turn not, O Lord! Thy guests away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) TO THE SKYLARK by BERNARD BARTON THE ICONOCLAST by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |