Mark 5:26: And had suffered many tilings of many, &c

A Fountain of infectious blood
Hath made my heart and life unclean:
Most loathsome in the sight of God
The dire concupiscence within,
The fikhiness of lust and pride,
Of flesh and spirit I bemoan;
And having all physicians tried,
Confess, I can be heal'd by none.

A length of years in sin and pain
Have I not rather died than lived?
Yet no relief from means or men,
Sufferings, or works, have I received:
My strength is spent, my life is gone,
The last faint spark of hope and grace,
And sunk in deep despair I own
I am all sin and wickedness.