BARREAUX'S CELEBRATED SONNET, GRAND DIEU! TES JUGEMENS, &c. TRANSLATED

Great God! thy judgments are supremely right, And in thy creatures bliss is thy delight; But I have sinn'd beyond the reach of grace, Nor can thy mercy yield thy justice place. So bright, my God, my crimson vices shine, That only choice of punishment is thine. Thy essence pure abhors my sinful state, And even thy clemency confirms my fate. Be thy will done! let, let thy wrath descend, While tears like mine from guilty eyes offend. Dart thy red bolts, tho' in the dreadful stroke My soul shall bless the Being I provoke. Yet where! O where, can even thy thunders fall? Christ's blood o'erspreads and shields me from them all.