WHITER than snow! The soft flakes, shod with peace, Dropped silently adown the stirless air, Till folded under their thick-sheltering fleece The brown earth lay, that late was chill and bare. Can aught be whiter than this whiteness pure? And yet God's word is true, His promise sure. O Lord, I lift that vehement prayer of old. My sins as scarlet are; my life, to Thee An open page, how deeply marred! Yet bold I plead for cleansing. Jesus' blood shall free This soul of mine from shame, from guilt, from woe; O wash me, Lord, yes, whiter than the snow. Then, let my feet be swift to run for Thee, My hands essay Thy lowliest work to do, My heart be warm with love, my gladness be To hear Thy voice and know its accents true. And still, where Thou shalt summon may I go, O Friend Divine, thrice blessed to serve Thee so. And mid earth's Winter silence, drifted deep, When fond hopes fail, when blossoms sweet decay, When dear ones leave us, and alone we keep Grief's mournful vigils in the darkening day, Still let our souls be patient. Summer's glow Abides where Christ's redeemed ones surely go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPATHY (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD LINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF MRS. HEMANS by MARIA ABDY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 78. AL-BARR by EDWIN ARNOLD ABER STATIONS: STATIO SEXTA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TO MISS JESSY LEWARS by ROBERT BURNS THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: TO SIR THOMAS MOUNSON, KNIGHT AND BARONET by THOMAS CAMPION |