English poem
Cliii. [131]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
You argue then: ’But abject men, whom God resolves to spill, Cannot repent, nor their hearts rent; nor can they change their will.’ Not for his Can is any man adjudgéd unto Hell, But for his Will to do what’s ill, and nilling to do well.
CLIV.
“I often stood tend’ring my Blood to wash away your guilt, And eke my Sprite to frame you right, lest your Souls should be spilt. But you, vile Race, rejected Grace, when Grace was freely proflfer’d, No changed heart, no heav’nly part would you, when it was offer’ d.