WEARIED of sinning, wearied of repentance, Wearied of self, I turn, my God, to Thee; To Thee, my Judge, on Whose all-righteous sentence Hangs mine eternity: I turn to Thee, I plead Thyself with Thee, -- Be pitiful to me. Wearied I loathe myself, I loathe my sinning, My stains, my festering sores, my misery: Thou the Beginning, Thou ere my beginning Didst see and didst foresee Me miserable, me sinful, ruined me, -- I plead Thyself with Thee. I plead Thyself with Thee Who art my maker, Regard Thy handiwork that cries to Thee; I plead Thyself with Thee Who wast partaker Of mine infirmity; Love made Thee what Thou art, the love of me, -- I plead Thyself with Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAISY FRASER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH THE UNKNOWN GOD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LINES WRITTEN ON WINDOWS OF THE GLOBE INN, DUMFRIES by ROBERT BURNS |