Classic Poem

may 30 73 The soull in overwhelming perplexety

T'was sweet with me, when I
could think, that I should ly
quickly, in my redeemers, arms
Out of the reach, of sinfull harms
But those blest days, ar gone, and past
Thy sky is black, and overcast

Tis now far otherwise
my hart within me dys
I am more fitt each day for hell
Then with a holy god, to dwell
Though righteousnese, I look for none
To Justifie, but Christs alone

Thou canst no sin, evence
Who art thy self soe pure
If thou for mee, hast any love
This frame of hart thou wilt remove
From this vile drose thou'lt separate
And ripen, for a sinlese state

I'me dayly worse, & worse
I think, neer to some curse
Find out a way, to kill each sin
Though in the room, thou should send in
The heaviest affliction
Hell, would be heav'n in comparation

My hart doth gad, and stray
From thee, each hour and day
A holy hart, I doe desire
Oh give me this, and I'le admire
Thy love, and grace, continually
Both here, and to eternity

Thy grace which runs soe free
Oh poure it out, on me
Where ar thy earning bowels, Lord
Thy faithfullnese, is on record
Have I out sin'd whats infinet
Thy love, and grace, is boundlese yet

How long, shall saten foyle
And sin polute & soyle
No wonder thou, thy self dost hide
Can holynese, it self abide
On such a dung hill, for to shine
By influencyall rays, devine.