Classic Poem

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.