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! |