Classic Poem

Is't possible? who will believe
A spirit can wounded be and grieve?
What hath no body needs no blows to fear:
Yet 'tis most true,
God's Word tells you,
" A wounded spirit who can bear? "

One thing there is a soul will wound
So deeply, that 'twill bleed and swound,
And even dye for grief, for shame, for fear:
Sin is the thing
Doth all this bring.
" A wounded spirit who can bear? "

Sin's a two-edged sword which slayes
The soul of man a thousand wayes:
It kil'd the divell though he a spirit were,
For dead he is
To grace, to bliss.
" A wounded spirit who can bear? "

That man whose conscience within
Is galled with a crying sin,
How much it racks him, how it doth him tear
No tongue can tell,
'Tis worse then hell.
" A wounded spirit who can bear? "

Since then it so torments the mind,
O Lord let me this favour find,
Prevent me with Thy grace whiles I live here
That I may be
From great sins free;
An innocent spirit let me bear.

Or if that favour be too high.
Yet this I pray Thee not deny;
That soveraign balsom, though it cost Thee deer,
Thy blood I mean,
To wash me clean,
A cleansed spirit I can bear.