Outstretched on this bed, As if for the tomb, To make my confession, Lord, toward Thee I come! For all deeds of the flesh, Alas! ever fresh, Ill thoughts of the mind That my secret soul find; For my eyes' lawless roving, My ears' lawless hearing, My lips' lawless moving, My steps, sinward steering; For everything spoken Or acted untrue; For promises broken And broken anew; For every one thing, In thought and in deed, In deed or in thought, Against Thy will wrought, Oh, Heavenly King, For Thy pardon I plead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE A FORSAKEN GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE OPTIMIST AND THE PESSIMIST; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 3 by WILLIAM BASSE THE ECCENTRIC by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD, IN HER GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |