AH me that I should be Exposed and open evermore to Thee! -- 'Nay, shrink not from My light, And I will make thee glorious in My sight With the overcoming Shulamite.' -- Yea, Lord, Thou moulding me. . . . Without a hiding-place To hide me from the terrors of Thy Face. -- 'Thy hiding-place is here In Mine own heart, wherefore the Roman spear For thy sake I accounted dear.' -- My Jesus! King of Grace. . . . Without a veil, to give Whiteness before Thy Face that I might live. -- 'Am I too poor to dress Thee in My royal robe of righteousness? Challenge and prove My Love's excess.' -- Give, Lord, I will receive. . . . Without a pool wherein To wash my piteous self and make me clean. -- 'My Blood hath washed away Thy guilt, and still I wash thee day by day: Only take heed to trust and pray.' -- Lord, help me to begin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE RAIN MUSIC by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. A SUMMER'S NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING MEROPE; A TRAGEDY by MATTHEW ARNOLD MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: TO JAMES KING OF BRITAIN by THOMAS CAMPION |