Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief: Lord, I repent, help mine impenitence: Hide not Thy Face from me, nor spurn me hence, Nor utterly despise me in my grief; Nor say me nay, who worship with the thief Bemoaning my so long lost innocence: -- Ah me! my penitence a fresh offence, Too tardy and too tepid and too brief. Lord, must I perish, I who look to Thee? Look Thou upon me, bid me live, not die; Say "Come," say not "Depart," tho' Thou art just: Yea, Lord, be mindful how out of the dust I look to Thee while Thou dost look on me, Thou Face to face with me and Eye to eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HILDRUP TUBBS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG FOR THE LUDDITES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MOTLEY: MUSIC by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER THE SONNET by RICHARD WATSON GILDER ON THE SITE OF A MULBERRY-TREE PLANTED BY SHAKESPEARE ... by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI BORDER BALLAD [OR MARCH, OR SONG], FR. THE MONASTERY by WALTER SCOTT |