O Lord, I am ashamed to seek Thy Face As tho' I loved Thee as Thy saints love Thee: Yet turn from those Thy lovers, look on me, Disgrace me not with uttermost disgrace; But pour on me ungracious, pour Thy grace To purge my heart and bid my will go free, Till I too taste Thy hidden Sweetness, see Thy hidden Beauty in the holy place. O Thou Who callest sinners to repent, Call me Thy sinner unto penitence, For many sins grant me the greater love: Set me above the waterfloods, above Devil and shifting world and fleshly sense, Thy Mercy's all-amazing monument. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE SLUG IN WOODS by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 18 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DESERT WIFE by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER |