Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still; though still I do deplore?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For, I have more.
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin? And, made my sin their door?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year, or two, but wallowed in, a score?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.
I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by Thyself, that at my d**h Thy son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
And, having done that, Thou hast done;
I fear no more.