Last night I drew up mine Account, And found my Debits to amount To such a height, as for to tell How I sho'd pay, 's impossible: Well, this I'le do; my mighty score Thy mercy-seat I'le lay before; But therewithall I'le bring the Band, Which, in full force, did daring stand, Till my Redeemer (on the Tree) Made void for millions, as for me. Then, if Thou bidst me pay, or go Unto the prison, I'le say, no; Christ having paid, I nothing owe: For, this is sure, the Debt is dead By Law, the Bond once cancelled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAINEER AND POET by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SEA GODS: 2 by HILDA DOOLITTLE AN OLD BATTLE-FIELD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON YARROW REVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 17. THE BESTOWER by EDWIN ARNOLD A SPIRITUAL LEGEND by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER |