General William Booth enters into Heaven, and other poems/Look you, I'll go pray
LOOK YOU, I'LL GO PRAY
LOOK you, I'll go pray,
My shame is crying,
My soul is gray and faint,
My faith is dying.
Look you, I'll go pray—
"Sweet Mary, make me clean,
Thou rainstorm of the soul,
Thou wine from worlds unseen."