Sin!
1

Sin!

O only fatal woe,

That mak'st me sad and mourning go!

That all my joys dost spoil,

His Kingdom and my Soul defile!

I never can agree

With thee!

2

Thou!

Only thou! O thou alone,

And my obdurate heart of stone,

The poison and the foes

Of my enjoyments and repose,

The only bitter ill,

Dost kill!

3

Oh!

I cannot meet with thee,

Nor once approach thy memory,

But all my joys are dead,

And all my sacred Treasures fled

As if I now did dwell

In Hell.

4

Lord

O hear how short I breathe 1

See how I tremble here beneath

A Sin! Its ugly face

More terror, than its dwelling place

Contains (O dreadful Sin!)

Within!

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