4472380Poems — O Spotless Lamb!Harriet McEwen Kimball
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!