Penitential Sorrows. (annext to a Sermon on Luke xiii. 3.)

With bleeding Hearts, and gushing Eyes, With deep Repentance and Surprize, We take a tedious, sad Survey Of Sins of Heart and Lip and Way.

Early we lest the sacred Road That leads to Bliss, prescrib'd by GOD; And rashly run a long Career Toward the dark Regions of Despair,

Our very Nature's all unclean, All ruin'd and defil'd by Sin: And filthy Currents from that Source Have flow'd with an incessant Course.

The God that taught our Lungs to heave, And still gives Rebels Leave to live; Whose Bounties have perpetual flow'd; Ah! we have griev'd that Gracious GOD.

The Terrors of the fiery Law Could not alarm our Hearts with Awe: Nor would these stubborn Hearts be won Ev'n by the Gospel of the SON.

Our guilty Ears heard all around His melting Invitations sound; And JESUS too, with Groans and Blood, Such unrelenting Rebels woo'd.

And yet we live! amazing Grace! Nor yet quite desperate in our Case; The Saviour still, with heav'nly Charms, Stands calling Sinners to his Arms.

JESUS! we yield! no more, no more Will we offend Thee, as before, Here, LORD! submissive at Thy Feet, We for Thy sovereign Pleasure wait.

O Thou Almighty, injur'd Name! O'erwhelm'd with Grief, and flush'd with Shame, Prostrate before Thee, see we lie! Frown us not from Thee, lest we die.

O may that Blood we once could slight Wash our polluted Spirits white! Then shall Thy Praise sound loud in Heav'n For guilty Worms on Earth forgiven.