Sin

Sin!

O only fatal woe,

That mak'st me sad and mourning go!

That all my joys dost spoil,

His Kingdom and my Soul defile!

I never can agree

With thee!

Thou!

Only thou! O thou alone,

And my obdurate heart of stone,

The poison and the foes

Of my enjoyments and repose,

The only bitter ill,

Dost kill !

Oh!

I cannot meet with thee,

Nor once approach thy memory,

But all my joys are dead,

And all my sacred Treasures fled

As if I now did dwell

In Hell.

Lord

O hear how short I breathe!

See how I tremble here beneath

A Sin! Its ugly face

More terror, than its dwelling place

Contains (O dreadful Sin!)

Within!

THE RECOVERY

Sin! wilt thou vanquish me?

And shall I yield the victory ?

Shall all my joys be spoil'd,

And pleasures soil'd

By thee?

Shall I remain

As one that's slain

And never more lift up the head?

Is not my Saviour dead?

His blood, thy bane, my balsam, bliss, joy, wine,

Shall thee destroy; heal, feed, make me divine.