SUFFER me, O my Lord, my God, to bring And lay before Thy feet some offering! This poor hard heart forbids my tears to flow: I cannot wash Thy feet, my Master, so. And precious nard I cannot pour upon Those lovely feet, whose toil my ransom won. What shall I give Thee, then? For shame and wrong Freely forgiven, I offer—just a song. I offer just a song to Thee, whose gift Of love has known nor measuring nor thrift. To Thee, O Giver of all precious worth, A song that rises dulled through mists of earth! Yet in Thy love be it accepted free, And heard as Thou would'st have it sung for Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DAWN BEHIND NIGHT by ISAAC ROSENBERG THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 27. LOVE, AND NEVER FEAR by THOMAS CAMPION MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 7 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 57. TRUE WOMAN, HER LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO E. L., ON HIS TRAVELS IN GREECE by ALFRED TENNYSON |