Jesus, my Lord, attend Thy feeble creature's cry; And show thyself the sinner's Friend. And set me up on high. From hell's oppressive power My struggling soul release; And to Thy Father's grace restore; And to Thy perfect peace. Thy blood and righteousness I make my only plea; My present and eternal peace Are both derived from Thee. Rivers of life divine From Thee, their fountain, flow; And all who know that love of Thine, The joy of angels know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE by CARL SANDBURG VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH by JOHN FLETCHER THE ORCHARD PIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 25 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO MISS RIGBY, ON HER ATTENDANCE UPON HER MOTHER AT BUXTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |