King of Mercy, King of Love, In whom I live, in whom I move, Perfect what thou hast begun, Let no night put out this Sun; Grant I may, my chief desire! Long for thee, to thee aspire, Let my youth, my bloom of days Be my comfort and thy praise, That hereafter, when I look O'er the sullied, sinful book, I may find thy hand therein Wiping out my shame and sin. O it is thy only Art To reduce a stubborn heart, And since thine is victory, Strongholds should belong to thee; Lord then take it, leave it not Unto my dispose or lot, But since I would not have it mine, O my God, let it be thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION: TO EXCELLENCIES THE LORDS JUSTICES OF IRELAND by JONATHAN SWIFT MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON FRED ENGLEHARDT'S BABY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS THE MYSTIC by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY RHYME OF THE DUCHESS MAY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AUGUST 20, 1807 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |