LORD, who has form'd me out of mud, And hast redeem'd me through thy bloud, And sanctifi'd me to do good; Purge all my sinnes done heretofore; For I confesse my heavie score, And I will strive to sinne no more. Enrich my heart, mouth, hands, in me, With faith, with hope, with charitie; That I may runne, rise, rest, with thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COMIN' THRO' THE RYE by ROBERT BURNS TO WALTER LIONEL DE ROTHSCHILD ON HIS BAR-MITZVAH by LOUIS BARNETT ABRAHAMS THE LITTLE CROSS by EDITH AGNEW EVENING TRAINS by MARY TRUE AYER POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE |