NOW wilt me take for Jesus' sake, Nor cast me out at all; I shall not fear the foe awake, Saved by Thy City wall; But in the night with no affright Shall hear him steal without, Who may not scale Thy wall of might, Thy Bastion, nor redoubt. Full well I know that to the foe Wilt yield me not for aye, Unless mine own hand should undo The gates that are my stay; My folly and pride should open wide Thy doors and set me free 'Mid tigers striped and panthers pied Far from Thy liberty. Unless by debt myself I set Outside Thy loving ken, And yield myself by weight of debt Unto my fellow-men. Deal with my guilt Thou as Thou wilt, And "hold" I shall not cry, So I be Thine in storm and shine, Thine only till I die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE by WILLIAM COWPER SONG OF NATURE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HARRY PLOUGHMAN by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING DEATH OF THE DAY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT |