Jer. xxiii. 6. MY God, how perfect are thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into my prayer. When I would speak what thou hast done To save me from my sin, I cannot make thy mercies known, But self-applause creeps in. Divine desire, that holy flame Thy grace creates in me; Alas! impatience is its name, When it returns to thee. This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts, How does it overflow, While self upon the surface floats, Still bubbling from below! Let others in the gaudy dress Of fancied merit shine; The Lord shall be my righteousness, The Lord for ever mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN FOR PROCESSION WITH CROSS AND BANNERS by SABINE BARING-GOULD GARDEN FANCIES: 1. THE FLOWER'S NAME by ROBERT BROWNING THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON ODES II, 14 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE ARAB TO THE PALM by BAYARD TAYLOR THE PILGRIM by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE WANDERER: 4. IN SWITZERLAND: THE HEART AND NATURE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE PASSING OF WOODROW WILSON, PROPHET OF PEACE by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS |