Jesus, my Lord, attend Thy feeble creature's cry; And show thyself the sinner's Friend. And set me up on high. From hell's oppressive power My struggling soul release; And to Thy Father's grace restore; And to Thy perfect peace. Thy blood and righteousness I make my only plea; My present and eternal peace Are both derived from Thee. Rivers of life divine From Thee, their fountain, flow; And all who know that love of Thine, The joy of angels know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS BENNINGTON by WILLIAM HENRY BABCOCK ARIZONA SUMMER by ELEANOR BALDWIN A LAMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by WILLIAM BLAKE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 42 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |