Classic Poem

Thou whose mercies know no bound,
Pardon my compliant sin.
Death in me the guiltless found,
Who his Refuge should have bin.

To her self and thee my Soul,
Her transgression open laies;
Cleanse me from a guilt so foul,
And thy mercies I shall praise.

With the crime, my heart withstood,
Did my differing hand comply;
Yet if bath'd in thy rich blood,
Snow my whitenesse shall outvy.

Justice let me learn of thine,
Who for death unjustly given;
Future dangers to decline,
Into greater now am driven.

Nor by partiall judgements sway'd
Let me with thy will dispence.
Once (too oft) I was betray'd
Man t'appease and thee incense.

Nor brib'd by Interest let me,
My misguided heart withdraw
From my conscience and from thee:
Thou my Judge, and that my Law.

To thy joy my Soul unite,
And my ready will submit
To thy spirits saving light,
Truth my heart and actions knit.

Lord to th'interceding Voice,
Of my Saviours blood encline.
O make me and mine rejoyce,
And the broken bones rejoyn.