Classic Poem

The soull expostulating with god, upon perticular occations, & sad aprehandtions.

Wilt thou lay the foundation
of a sweet and glorious structure Lord
And not put on, the topmost stone
acording, to thy faithfull word.

Ar not thy gifts, & calling said
without repentence, for to be
Shall not thy word then good be made
Whatever thou in us, maist see.

Wilt thou bring any soull neer to
thy self, & throw it off, again
Wilt thou thyne own work thus undoe
because of sin, which doth remain.

If into self, wee look tis true
we may see cause enough why thou
Shouldst to thine own work. bid adeiw
and on the soull, should bend the brow.

But when on thee I cast mine eye
and view thy sweet free, love, & grace
Encouragment I then espy
and fear, to hope, seems to give place.

Thou wilt not sure, my hopes defeat
but what in me, thou didst begin
Thou wilt most perfectly compleat
that I thy love, and grace, may sing.

From my unworthynese, erect
trophys of honour, to thy name
What thou hast wrought, in me perfect
and take thy glory of the same.

However thou mayst deall with me
let me not live, once to decline
But let me always, thriving bee
by influencyall, rays devine.