Classic Poem

A LONE in Jordan's plain,
With head all bare to sun and rain,
A Leper roamed, with garments rent,
And dreary voice still crying as he went:
" Unclean! Unclean! Unclean! "
But J ESUS passed by,
And as His blessed feet drew nigh,
He listened while the suppliant prayed,
Then kindly to that dying soul He said:
" Be clean! Be clean! Be clean! "

By sin thus tainted sore,
I roam Earth's barren desert o'er;
My head is bare to storms of woe,
My wailing voice still crying as I go:
" Unclean! Unclean! Unclean! "
O Thou who, on the Tree
Of agony, once died for me,
With pitying mercy hear my cry,
And kindly to my guilty soul reply;
" Be clean! Be clean! Be clean! "