Lord, what have I to offer? sickening fear And a heart-breaking loss. Are these the cross Thou givest me? then dear I will account this cross. If this is all I have, accept even this Poor priceless offering, A quaking heart with all that therein is, O Thou my thorn-crowned King. Accept the whole, my God, accept my heart And its own love within: Wilt Thou accept us and not sift apart? ''" Only sift out my sin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST SUMMER LONGINGS by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON [APRIL 6, 1862] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON SPRING SONG by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF THE OPTIMIST AND THE PESSIMIST; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SHRODON FEAR: THE REST O'T by WILLIAM BARNES |