The Enlightened Sinner. Eph. 5. 8; 1 Tim. 1. 13-15
J. Hart S.M.
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My God, when I reflect
How, all my life-time past,
I ran the roads of sin and death
With rash impetuous haste,
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My foolishness I hate;
My filthiness I loathe;
And view, with sharp remorse and shame,
My filth and folly both.
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[With some the tempter takes
Much pains to make them mad;
But me he found, and always held,
The easiest fool he had.
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His deep and dangerous lies
So grossly I believed,
He was not readier to deceive,
Than I to be deceived.
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His light and airy dreams,
I took for solid good,
And thought his base, adulterate coin,
The riches of thy blood.]
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And dost thou still regard,
And cast a gracious eye
On one so foul, so base, so blind,
So dead, so lost, as I?
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Then sinners black as hell
May hence for hope have ground;
For who of mercy needs despair,
Since I have mercy found?
