The REPRIZAL. From the same

Well have I weigh'd it, Lord, and find Thy mighty Passion mocks my Skill: Tho' I die for Thee, I'm behind; My Sins deserve the Death to feel.

O were I innocent, that I Might bring Thee Off'rings pure and free! Still my Attempt thy Wounds defy, For they require me dead for Thee.

Yet will I share the Conquest too: Tho' I can do against Thee nought, In Thee, O Lord, I will subdue The Man that once against Thee fought!