OH GOD! my sins are manifold, against my life they cry, And all my guilty deeds foregone, up to Thy temple fly; Wilt thou release my trembling soul that to despair is driven? "Forgive!" a blessed voice replied, "and thou shalt be forgiven!" Myfoemen, Lord! are fierce and fell, they spurn me in their pride, They render evil for my good, my patience they deride; Arise, oh King, and be the proud to righteous ruin driven! "Forgive!" an awful answer came, "as thou wouldst be forgiven!" Seven times, O Lord! I pardon'd them, seven times they sinn'd again: They practise still to work me woe, they triumph in my pain: But let them dread my vengeance now, to just resentment driven! "Forgive!" the voice of thunder spake, "or never be forgiven!" |