Page:Poems Shipton.djvu/31

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
THE SINNER SAVED.
17

Not one thought I'd given,
All those long years past,
To the dear Redeemer
I had found at last.

"So I spoke, all trembling'
Lord! it is not fit
That a ragged beggar
At Thy table sit.
I would mend my garments,
And would fitted be
For the King's own presence,
Who takes heed of me.'

"Soft He spake, so sweetly,
'Seek no other dress;
Not a thread is lacking
In My righteousness.
I a mantle give thee
None beside hath wove;
Take it—be partaker
Of My Father's love!

"'All the wrath—thy portion
I have borne from God;
From thy sins I wash thee
In my cleansing Blood.'