O! guilt outside the bitterest thought that worst soul actually framed, One to sinners know very well what God wrought, Yet , getting the hed - You to souls in the refuge, holding of the Get across, Is to cringe and you may be concerned at that earth's nothing losings.

But we by Love could possibly get assuage The latest festering aching by Appreciation produced, Off in a few alone hermitage Particularly wounded pilgrims safely put, Where gentlest breezes whisper souls upset, That Like yet existence, and you can Determination should discover rest

Tidy myself, and you can inactive these bad rips, O help my personal heart not roam, 'Tis Thine by the vows, and you will hopes, and worries. Way back when-O telephone call Thy wanderer home; To that beloved family, safer in Thy wounded front side, Where just busted hearts the sin and you will shame can get hide.

At length this new terrible are o'er, and you may Thou art applied Deep when you look at the Thy darksome sleep; All still and you will cooler below yon dreary brick Thy sacred form is fully gone; To those lips where fuel and compassion installed, Brand new dews out-of deaths enjoys clung; New mundane world o'er Thee, and Thy opposition to, Thou sleep'st a quiet corse, inside the funeral service fetters injury.