BEHOLD, O God, in rivers of my tears I come to thee: bow down thy blessed ears To hear me wretch, and let thine eyes which sleep Did never close, behold a sinner weep: Let not, O God, my God, my faults, though great And numberless, between thy mercy's seat And my poor soul be thrown! since we are taught Thou, Lord, remember'st thine if thou be sought. I come not, Lord, with any other merit Than what I by my Saviour Christ inherit: Be then his wounds my balm; his stripes my bliss; My crown his thorns; my death be lost in his. And thou, my blest Redeemer, Saviour, God, Quit my accompts, withhold the vengeful rod. O beg for me! my hopes on thee are set; And Christ forgive, as well as pay the debt. The living fount, the life, the way, I know, And but to thee, O whither should I go? All other helps are vain: grant thine to me, For in thy cross my saving health must be. O hearken then what I with faith implore, Lest sin and death sink me for evermore.Lastly, O God, my ways direct and guide; In death defend me, that I never slide; And at the doom let me be raised then, To live with thee; sweet Jesus, say Amen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENDYMION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE OLD FERRYMAN by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS FIRST SAMUEL: AFTER THE SHAMANS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: REVELATION by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS THE CONQUEST by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE DAY-DREAM; FROM AN EMIGRANT TO HIS ABSENT WIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |