Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief: Lord, I repent, help mine impenitence: Hide not Thy Face from me, nor spurn me hence, Nor utterly despise me in my grief; Nor say me nay, who worship with the thief Bemoaning my so long lost innocence: -- Ah me! my penitence a fresh offence, Too tardy and too tepid and too brief. Lord, must I perish, I who look to Thee? Look Thou upon me, bid me live, not die; Say "Come," say not "Depart," tho' Thou art just: Yea, Lord, be mindful how out of the dust I look to Thee while Thou dost look on me, Thou Face to face with me and Eye to eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH AN ARCTIC VISION [JUNE 20, 1867] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE COTTON BOLL by HENRY TIMROD GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 11 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |