I
I cannot lift mine eyes,
For, O, my sin is great,—
High as the hills that rise
Up, up to heaven’s gate,—
I cannot lift mine eyes,
So great my sin, so great.
II
But I would smite my breast,
And bow me at the Cross,
And well He knows the rest,
My pain, my grief, my loss;—
Yea, I would smite my breast,
And bow me at His Cross.
III
Mayhap when I have told
The burden of my sin,
He’ll make my spirit bold,
And speak, and soothe, and win;—
All this when I have told
The burden of my sin.
IV
Then shall I lift mine eyes,
And see the sin removed,
And in the radiant skies
Behold the Well Beloved;—
Then shall I lift mine eyes,
And see my sin removed.
Hymns from the East, 1907