Sin! wilt thou vanquish me! And shall I yield the victory? Shall all my joys be spoil'd, And pleasures soil'd By thee! Shall I remain As one that's slain And never more lift up the head? Is not my Saviour dead! His blood, thy bane, my balsam, bliss, joy, wine; Shall thee destroy; heal, feed, make me divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST SHADOW-CASTING by JAMES GALVIN THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |