On Humane Frailty

Lord, I confess, when I at mid-night wake,
And think how Christ did suffer for my sake,
When all the world seems dead, and I alone,
Freed from my Cares, and Care's confusion,
Then does thy Spirit bear the only sway,
Taking the burthen of my sins away;
Then does thy dazling beams of glory free
My heart from fears, with joy to worship thee:
Then with an humble, holy confidence,
I row my self on thy Omnipotence;
Which fills my painting heart with such excess
Of bliss, methinks those joys should ne'er go less.
But when the Sun appears, and I do rise,
The world betrays my heart deceives my eyes,
With wonted vanities, as heretofore,
And I forget my vows to sin no more.
Thus I grow worse and worse, and cannot frame
My thoughts to perfect holiness; though shame
And trouble at the danger I am in,
Makes me abhorr the slavishness of sin.
Nature and Custom has in me begot
Such earthliness, I cannot move a jot
Towards Heaven, until thou think'st it fit
To cure my fancy, and restore my wit,
That by thy grace I may enable be
To fix my heart upon eternity.