Classic Poem

The flawless sovereign law!
Barbed grappling hook from Heaven's foundations sent;
Dangling in Hell's own maw,
To aid a man's ascent
Therefrom; sure pardon shall a man repent.

This hook the masterkey
To open that dear wound, the very door
Of Heaven presently;
The Father's promise; nor
Shall any find another key there for.

Give me repentance, Lord;
Lest otherwise I have no hope to win
Thy life, thy sweet award;
For Lord, I find not in
Thy word repentance promised when I sin.