The same old sin, with sickening return; The same desires, that burn and burn and burn; The same weak yielding and familiar shame; But oh, thank God! my Saviour is the same. The same old failure, now for many years Mocked with a feeble effort, fruitless tears; The same excuses, impotent and lame; But oh, praise God! for prayer is still the same. The same old sorrow, keen to quicken woe As when it first assailed me, long ago; The same old hidden pangs without a name; But oh, praise God! for heaven is still the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |