LORD, I would offer Thee A heart's untarnished gold, And yet how can it be When all there is in me Is touched with blight and mould? I find within no thought So holy that it may Unshamed to Thee be brought, Except as it hath caught From Thee a hallowing ray. Yet all I am is Thine. Through sins and flaws and stains I feel Thy Presence shine. Take me, and make divine All that uncleansed remains! Lord, of Thyself not much In me canst Thou behold, And yet Thou savest such; The magic of Thy touch Transmutes my dross to gold. Contrition Thou dost prize All sacrifice above. Dear Lord, I dare arise And look into Thine eyes, Because I know Thy love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY THE ENTHUSIAST by HERMAN MELVILLE VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM OF A LADY'S COMMON-PLACE BOOK by THOMAS MOORE SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN DANS LA BOHEME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS LARABELLE; CANTO THIRD by LEVI BISHOP IN MEMORIAM A.M.W.; SEPTEMBER, 1910 (FOR A SOLEMN MUSIC) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |