WEIGH all my faults and follies righteously, Omissions and commissions, sin on sin; Make deep the scale, O Lord, to weigh them in; Yea, set the Accuser vulture-eyed to see All loads ingathered which belong to me: That so in life the judgment may begin And Angels learn how hard it is to win One solitary sinful soul to Thee. I have no merits for a counterpoise: Oh vanity my work and hastening day, What can I answer to the accursing voice? Lord, drop Thou in the counterscale alone One Drop from Thine own Heart, and overweigh My guilt, my folly, even my heart of stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST IN A MYRTLE SHADE by WILLIAM BLAKE A LONDON FETE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE TO MRS -- RETURNING FINE HYACINTH PLANT AFTER BLOOM IS OVER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAY OF ST. NICHOLAS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PSALM 33. EXULTATE JUSTI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 5 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |