SUFFER me, O my Lord, my God, to bring And lay before Thy feet some offering! This poor hard heart forbids my tears to flow: I cannot wash Thy feet, my Master, so. And precious nard I cannot pour upon Those lovely feet, whose toil my ransom won. What shall I give Thee, then? For shame and wrong Freely forgiven, I offer—just a song. I offer just a song to Thee, whose gift Of love has known nor measuring nor thrift. To Thee, O Giver of all precious worth, A song that rises dulled through mists of earth! Yet in Thy love be it accepted free, And heard as Thou would'st have it sung for Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEMERAIRE by HERMAN MELVILLE TO THE REV. F.D. MAURICE by ALFRED TENNYSON SOUL AND BODY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE MOUNTAIN STORM by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS YOUTH AND AGE by GEORGE ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 9. LOVE A TICKLISH GAME by PHILIP AYRES SKETCH OF AN OCCURRENCE ON BOARD A BRIG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |