LORD, I would offer Thee A heart's untarnished gold, And yet how can it be When all there is in me Is touched with blight and mould? I find within no thought So holy that it may Unshamed to Thee be brought, Except as it hath caught From Thee a hallowing ray. Yet all I am is Thine. Through sins and flaws and stains I feel Thy Presence shine. Take me, and make divine All that uncleansed remains! Lord, of Thyself not much In me canst Thou behold, And yet Thou savest such; The magic of Thy touch Transmutes my dross to gold. Contrition Thou dost prize All sacrifice above. Dear Lord, I dare arise And look into Thine eyes, Because I know Thy love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATURE'S QUESTIONING by THOMAS HARDY EPIGRAM: 59. ON SPIES by BEN JONSON L'ENVOI: THE RETURN OF THE SIRE DE NESLE, A.D. 16 - by HERMAN MELVILLE SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR TO W. HOHENZOLLERN: A PLEA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OF AESCHYLUS by AESCHYLUS A STIRRUP-CUP by DOUGLAS AINSLIE |