THE CHEAPSIDE APPRENTICE, &c, THE HYMN

Father of light, O cleanse my stains, Look on a sinner vile; In dungeon dark, oppress'd with chains, Deign thou on me to smile.

Condemn'd to die by human laws, I own my sentence just, With mercy mild judge thou my cause, Who art my only trust.

Though great my crime and short my race, My FAITH and HOPE receive; Since souls enrich'd with pard'ning grace, With thee shall ever live.

Then farewell all beneath the skies, The sting of death is o'er; O may my trembling spirit rise, Where sin shall be no more.