Classic Poem

Lord, thus I sin, repent, and sin again,
As if Repentance only were, in me,
Leave for new Sin; thus do I entertain
My short time, and thy Grace, abusing thee,
And thy long-suffering; which though it be
Ne'r overcome by Sin, yet were in vain,
If tempted oft: thus we our Errours see

Before our Punishment, and so remain
Without Excuse; and, Lord, in them 'tis true,
Thy Laws are just, but why dost thou distrain
Ought else for life, save life? That is thy due:
The rest thou mak'st us owe, and mayst to us
As well forgive; But oh! my sins renew,
Whil'st I do talk with my Creator thus.