O LORD God, hear the silence of each soul, Its cry unutterable of ruth and shame, Its voicelessness of self-contempt and blame: Nor suffer harp and palm and aureole Of multitudes who praise Thee at the goal To set aside Thy poor and blind and lame; Nor blazing Seraphs utterly to outflame The spark that flies up from each earthly coal. My price Thy priceless Blood; and therefore I Price of Thy priceless Blood am precious so That good things love me in their love of Thee: I comprehend not why Thou lovedst me With Thy so mighty Love; but this I know, No man hath greater love than thus to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE INVITES HIS NYMPH TO HIS COTTAGE by PHILIP AYRES CONCLUDING VERSES, AFTER RETURNING HOME FROM AN AUTUMNAL MORNING WALK by BERNARD BARTON MADRIGAL by STANISLAUS JEAN DE BOUFFLERS THE INDIAN DANCER by ANNA TILLMAN BOYD |