DEAR Lord! accept a sinful heart, Which of itself complains, And mourns, with much and frequent smart, The evil it contains. There fiery seeds of anger lurk, Which often hurt my frame; And wait but for the tempter's work To fan them to a flame. Legality holds out a bribe To purchase life from thee; And Discontent would fain prescribe How thou shalt deal with me. While Unbelief withstands thy grace, And puts the mercy by; Presumption, with a brow of brass, Says, "Give me, or I die!" How eager are my thoughts to roam In quest of what they love! But ah! when Duty calls them home, How heavily they move! Oh, cleanse me in a Saviour's blood, Transform me by thy power, And make me thy beloved abode, And let me roam no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF PROSE AND RHYME by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT BROOKLYN BRIDGE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS TO THE MOCKINGBIRD by RICHARD HENRY WILDE CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |