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!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUFFERED UNDER PONTIUS PILATE, WAS CRUCIFIED, DEAD, AND BURIED by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK THE WRECK OF THE DEUTSCHLAND by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A SOUL; A STUDY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A SLEEPLESS NIGHT by ALFRED AUSTIN GREEN AISLES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |