Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PENITENTIAL PSALM: 130. DE PROFUNDIS, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: From depth of sin, and from a deep despair Last Line: And thus begins the suit of his pretense. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Variant Title(s): Paraphrase Of The Bible Subject(s): Penance | ||||||||
From depth of sin and from a deep despair, From depth of death, from depth of heart's sorrow, From this deep cave of darkness deep repair, Thee have I called, O Lord, to be my borrow; Thou in my voice, O Lord, perceive and hear My heart, my hope, my plaint, my overthrow, My will to rise: and let by grant appear That to my voice Thine ears do well intend. No place so far that to Thee is not near; No depth so deep that Thou ne mayst extend Thine ear thereto: hear then my woeful plaint. For, Lord, if Thou do observe what men offend And put Thy native mercy in restraint, If just exaction demand recompense, Who may endure, O Lord? Who shall not faint At such accompt? Dread, and not reverence Should so reign large. But Thou seeks rather love. For in Thy hand is mercy's residence, By hope whereof Thou dost our hearts move. I in Thee, Lord, have set my confidence; My soul such trust doth evermore approve. Thy holy word of eterne excellence, Thy mercy's promise that is alway just, Have been my stay, my pillar and pretense. My soul in God hath more desirous trust Than hath the watchman looking for the day, By the relief to quench of sleep the thrust. Let Israel trust unto the Lord alway, For grace and favor earn His property; Plenteous ransom shall come with Him, I say, And shall redeem all our iniquity. This word redeem, that in his mouth did sound, Did put David, it seemeth unto me, As in a trance to stare upon the ground, And with his thought the height of heaven to see; Where he beholds the word that should confound The sword of death: by humble ear to be Immortal made, in mortal habit made, Eternal life in mortal veil to shade. He seeth that word, when full ripe time should come, Do way that veil, by fervent affection Turn off with death, for death should have her doom: And leapeth lighter from such corruption The glint of light that in the air doth loom. Man redeemed, death hath her destruction, That mortal veil hath immortality, David assurance of his iniquity. Whereby he frames this reason in his heart: That goodness which doth not forbear His Son From death for me and can thereby convert My death to life, my sin to salvation, Both can and will a smaller grace depart To him that sueth by humble supplication; And since I have his larger grace assayed, To ask this thing why am I then affrayed? He granteth most to them that most do crave, And He delights in suit without respect; Alas, my son pursues me to the grave, Suffered by God my sin for to correct: But of my sin since I may pardon have, My son's pursuit shall shortly be reject; Then will I crave with sured confidence. And thus begins the suit of his pretense. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE COURT OF PENANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ARTHUR MERVYN; A TALE OF SOCIAL GRIEVANCES: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by SAMUEL CARTER TO AELIA; ODE by CHARLES COTTON NEVER TOO LATE: FRANCESCO'S SONNET, MADE IN THE PRIME OF HIS PENANCE by ROBERT GREENE A PENITENT'S RETURN by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE PENITENT'S OFFERING by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE PENITENT by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) |
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