Great God! Thy judgments endless right disclose,

Grace for the sinner thou dost still devise;

But I have sinned so much, that goodness knows

No way to pardon, unless justice dies.

Yes, O my God! sins that so vastly rise,

Leave to thy greatness but the choice of woes,

Thy throne’s high interest my bliss denies,

And mercy’s self stands watching for my throes.

Sate thy revenge, for this thy glory cries,

Scorn thou the tears which overflow mine eyes,

Launch lightnings, ’tis high time, I war invoke,

And, doomed, I worship, sinking in the flood;

Yet on what spot shall fall thy thunderstroke,

Not wholly covered with my Saviour’s blood?