Classic Poem

Bless'd day to me! my Lord's come hither;
And he and I shall sup together.
But how shall I
Dare cast an eye,
Or boldly look him in the face,
Who all my secret sins does trace?
When to adore him,
Angels before him
About his throne in myriads hover,
Their faces with respect they cover.
If I appear,
He will, I fear,
With sparkling eyes severely just,
Blast my poor carcase into dust.
Mine eyes have been
The baits of sin,
Whose glances turn'd to amorous smiles
Have charm'd th' unwary to my wiles.
How shall I dare
Then to appear
Before those eyes which cannot see,
Without disdain unworthy me,
Ah who can shew
What I may do!
I'll stoop and creep,
And sigh and weep;

For tho I fear him
I must draw near him.
Fear checks me: but my soul shall soon remove
All the dividing bars by a resolved love.