Poetical fragments heart-employment with God and it selfPoetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self

Just is the Lord: My sin hath found me out. I find his threatenings true beyond all doubt: What have I done! All's now to Conscience known: Its deep remorse, tells me, What I have done. What have I done! It's graven all in Stone: This heart of flint, feels now, What I have done. What have I done! my pained flesh and bone, Cry out with anguish, O what have I done! What have I done! I see, I feel, I groan! The sad effects proclaim, What I have done. What have I done! My friends distress and moan, Cry to me night and day, This thou hast done.

Melt sinful heart, and spare not! welcome grief! Away delights! I'll none of your relief. Show me the Wilderness, the secret Cell, Where grief and I may still together dwell! ⟨p. 105⟩Where Hills and Woods may echo all my groans, And hearers may not interrupt my moans! Where mortal Eyes may see no more the face, Which folly hath confounded with disgrace. Where I may Die alive, and Live in Death; And spend in Lamentation all my breath. Seeing deceitful heart-tormenting sin So cunningly is crept and woven in: Break it in pieces, turn this Heart to dust; Melt out the dross; purge out the filth and rust.

Melt sinful heart, and spare not! welcome grief! Away delights! I'le none of your relief. Shew me the Wilderness, the secret Cell, Where grief and I may still together dwell! ⟨p. 105⟩Where Hills and Woods may eccho all my groans, And hearers may not interrupt my moans! Where mortal Eyes may see no more the face, Which folly hath confounded with disgrace. Where I may Die alive, and Live in Death; And spend in Lamentation all my breath. Seeing deceitful heart-tormenting sin So cunningly is crept and woven in: Break it in pieces, turn this Heart to dust; Melt out the dross; purge out the filth and rust.