God of law, whose mighty form Rears the mountain, sways the storm, Bowed beneath Thy just decree, Whither shall I turn from Thee? I will turn, O Crucified, To the refuge of Thy side. From my sins that bleed and burn, To Thy bleeding cross I turn. I have tested human skill, Human love and human will, All devices of the brain, Reason, honor -- all are vain. From my self with all its woes, Shameful prey of shameful foes, Lo, I turn -- how eagerly! -- Christ, my better self, to Thee. Field and forest, sea and air, -- All the earth is very fair. Keen ambition's crafty art Binds the world upon my heart. But in Thee, O Christ! I find All ennoblings of the mind; Fount of all for which I yearn, Christ, O Christ, to Thee I turn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER UNGRATEFULNESS by GEORGE HERBERT HEAVEN-HAVEN; A NUN TAKES THE VEIL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON A YOUNG BRIDE DROWNED IN THE BOSPHORUS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS NOCTURNE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 5 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |