AH me that I should be Exposed and open evermore to Thee! -- 'Nay, shrink not from My light, And I will make thee glorious in My sight With the overcoming Shulamite.' -- Yea, Lord, Thou moulding me. . . . Without a hiding-place To hide me from the terrors of Thy Face. -- 'Thy hiding-place is here In Mine own heart, wherefore the Roman spear For thy sake I accounted dear.' -- My Jesus! King of Grace. . . . Without a veil, to give Whiteness before Thy Face that I might live. -- 'Am I too poor to dress Thee in My royal robe of righteousness? Challenge and prove My Love's excess.' -- Give, Lord, I will receive. . . . Without a pool wherein To wash my piteous self and make me clean. -- 'My Blood hath washed away Thy guilt, and still I wash thee day by day: Only take heed to trust and pray.' -- Lord, help me to begin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS LETTER TO JOSEPH WARREN by ROBERT FROST TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND |