GREAT God, Thy judgments righteous I declare, That Thou to mercy ever art inclined; But I have sinned so much, Thy goodness ne'er Can pardon, lest Thy justice be resigned. Yes, O my God, my sins so grievous are, Thy choice is but what penalty to find; To grant me bliss would Thine own right impair; E'en by Thy goodness is my death designed. Then for Thy glory's sake perform Thy will, Blame e'en the tears that from mine eyes distil; Strike, blast, delay not, war by war requite. Though doomed, Thy righteous wrath I still adore; But where the spot on which Thy bolt can light By blood of Jesus Christ not covered o'er? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRA LIPPO LIPPI by ROBERT BROWNING THE LITANY [TO THE HOLY SPIRIT] by ROBERT HERRICK THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS by RUDYARD KIPLING SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 48 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TROPHY GUNS by LEVI BISHOP THE ROWFANT CATALOGUE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |