1 Great God! thy Judgments, all are fill'd
With Equity and Mercy mild;
Great Pleasure dost thou take
To be propitious unto Man,
To pardon where thy Mercies can,
And for thy own Name's sake.
2 But I have so much Evil done,
That if thou judge me as I've run
The Paths of vice; I'm sure
Thy Goodness cannot pardon me,
Without apparent Injury
Done to thy Justice pure.
3 Indeed, my God, if thou should'st try
My Greatness of Impiety,
It leaves nought in thy Pow'r,
But my Damnation soon to choose,
Oh me to let thy Terros loose,
On me thy Wrath to show'r.
4 Thine Int'rest, Lord, opposes me;
Nor Happiness will let me see,
Because thou holy art:
Thy Clemency, itself, waits now
For my Destruction, waits, whilst thou
With Hell transfix my Heart.
5 Since, for thy Glory, I must die,
On me, my God, then satisfy
Thy holy, just Desire:
As these my Tears, which plent'ous flow,
Be thou offended highly now,
And blast me with thy Fire.
6 Thunder and Fury on me fall;
'Tis just, as War for War doth call:
When perishing, I'll say,
There's nought unjust hath taken Place;
Tho' from the Footstool of thy Grace
Thou spurnedst me away.
7 But, Lord, hear what I have to plead,
Beside my lat Confession made
Of Evil I have done;
What Part of me now wilt thou wound?
Where am I penetrable found,
Nor armed with thy Son?
8 The Blood of Jesus covers all!
O! where then can thy Fury fall?
Sure not upon my Heart?
Then let thy flaming Eyes, my God,
Find what's not cover'd with his Blood,
And fur'ous smite that Part.
Source: Christian Hymns, Poems, and Spiritual Songs: sacred to the praise of God our Saviour #I.LXXV