On a Reprobate's Repentance

I Thank my God, that now my Zeal doth burn,
Like the joy'd Prodigal's, in his return:
Tho' not adorn'd with glorious Robes and Rings,
To fix the reconciled Sons of Kings.
I meet my Father with his smiling face,
After his anger, and my just disgrace,
Who will so great a Reprobate embrace;
And with bless'd Comforts make my heart aspire
To such a Sonship as I most desire;
Such as may Adam's Innocence excell
In paradise, before he finn'd, and fell.