_And Forgive Us Our Trespasses_

How prone we are to Sin, how sweet were made The pleasures, our resistless hearts invade! Of all my Crimes, the breach of all thy Laws Love, soft bewitching Love! has been the cause; Of all the Paths that Vanity has trod, That sure will soonest be forgiven of God; If things on Earth may be to Heaven resembled, It must be love, pure, constant, undissembled: But if to Sin by chance the Charmer press, Forgive, O Lord, forgive our Trespasses.

AS WE FORGIVE THEM THAT TRESPASS AGAINST US,

Oh that this grateful, little Charity, } Forgiving others all their sins to me, } May with my God for mine attoning be. } I’ve sought around, and found no foe in view, } Whom with the least Revenge I would pursue, } My God, my God, dispense thy Mercies too. }