Poems (Kimball)/O Spotless Lamb!

by 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!