Poems (Kimball)/O Spotless Lamb!
O SPOTLESS LAMB!
THOUGH all I have is Thine And Thine is all I am, How poor, how vile a gift is mine To Thee, O Spotless Lamb!
For all I have is dross, And guilt is all I am, And all I gain I count as loss, For Thee, O Spotless Lamb!
What is my life but death— So dead in heart I am!Oh for one living, living breath Like Thine, O Spotless Lamb!
Descend, Thou Holy Dove, Brood o'er me as I am, That I may draw that breath of love— Thy love, O Spotless Lamb!
For me Thy blood was shed, All worthless though I am; In that pure stream from foot to head I'll wash, O Spotless Lamb!
Made clean in that dear tide Fit ev'n for Thee I am;My heart of hearts thus purified Accept, O Spotless Lamb!
And when beyond earth's sigh With Thy redeemed I am, In realms whose one supernal light Thou art, O Spotless Lamb,—
When with Thy joy and peace Pure-clad and crowned I am, How shall I sing, nor ever cease, Thy love, O Spotless Lamb!