1 Peter 5: The power Thou didst to suppliants give

The power Thou didst to suppliants give,
Jesus, I would from Thee receive.
I would my total evil feel,
Abhor, adjudge myself to hell;
And to my righteous doom submit,
If now Thou slay me at Thy feet.

With me how canst Thou longer bear,
Who clog the ground, and taint the air:
Who strive; but never can express
The depth of my own wickedness;
Who as my just desert require
The fiercest wrath, the hottest fire;
Astonish'd at the fresh reprieve,
Amazed that still on earth I live.
Thy patience forces me to hope
Mercy at last may take me up;
May all its energy exert,
And break and change this desperate heart.
I dare not, yet I must confess, —
Thou canst restore, and seal my peace;
Exalt a fiend to joys above,
And save me through the fire of love.