English poem
Lxxxiii.[70]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
“We thought our sin had pardon’d been, that our Estate was good, Our debts all paid, our peace well made, our Souls wash’d with thy Blood. Lord, why dost though reject us now, who have not thee rejected, Nor utterly true sanctity and holy life neglected?“
The Judge uneaseth them.