Caelica, Sonnet XCVIII

WRapt vp, ô Lord, in mans degeneration;
The glories of thy truth, thy ioyes eternall,
Reflect vpon my soule darkedesolation,
And vgly prospects o're the sp'rits infernall.
Lord, I haue sinn'd, and mine iniquity,
Deser ues this hell; yet Lord deliuer me,

Thy power and mercy neuer comprehended,
Rest lively imag'd in my Conscience wounded;
Mercy to grace, and power to feare extended,
Both infinite, and I in both confounded;
Lord, I haue sinn'd, and mine iniquity,
Deserues this hell, yet Lord deliver me.

If from this depth of sinne, this hellish graue,
And fatall absence from my Sauiours glory,
I could implore his mercy, who can saue,
And for my sinnes, not paines of sinne, be sorry:
Lord, from this horror of iniquity,
And hellish graue, thou wouldst deliuer me.