I KNOW the crimson stain of sin, Defiling all without, within; But now rejoicingly I know That He has washed me white as snow. I praise Him for the cleansing tide, Because I know that Jesus died. I know the helpless, hopeless plaint, "The whole head sick, the whole heart faint;" But now I trust His touch of grace, That meets so perfectly my case, So tenderly, so truly deals; Because I know that Jesus heals. I know the pang of forfeit breath, When life in sin was life in death; But now I know His life is mine, And nothing shall that cord untwine; Rejoicing in the life He gives, Because I know that Jesus lives. I know how anxious thought can press, I know the weight of carefulness; But now I know the sweet reward Of casting all upon my Lord, No longer bearing what he bears, Because I know that Jesus cares. I know the sorrow that is known To the tear-burdened heart alone; But now I know its full relief Through Him who was acquaint with grief, And peace through every trial flows, Because I know that Jesus knows. I know the gloom amid the mirth, The longing for the love of earth; But now I know the love that fills, That gladdens, blesses, crowns, and stills; That nothing mars and nothing moves, -- I know, I know that Jesus loves! I know the shrinking and the fear, When all seems wrong, and nothing clear; But now I gaze upon His throne, And Faith sees all His foes o'erthrown, And I can wait till He explains, Because I know that Jesus reigns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY OF SACRIFICE by MATTHEW ARNOLD FATHERHOOD by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN A JAPANESE EVENING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 16. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE TWELFTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION MUSINGS by MICHAEL J. CAMPIONE DOVECOTT MILL: 8. THE COUNTRY GRAVE-YARD by PHOEBE CARY |