English poem
Lxiv. [56]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
Why, when he stood off’ring his Blood to wash them from their sin, They would embrace no saving Grace, but liv’d and died therein? Such aggravations, where no evasions, nor false pretences hold, Exaggerate and cumulate guilt more than can be told.
LXV.
They multiply and magnify Men’s gross Iniquities; They draw down wrath (as Scripture saith) out of God’s treasuries. Thus all their ways Christ open lays to Men and Angels’ view, And as they were makes them appear in their own proper hue.