Hence Did I Weep.

A poem.

Alas, heavenly Father, a wretched man that I am!
For I’ve sinned an’ in your glory short I’ve fallen.
My tongue is no valiant of truth for lies have told;
I’ve wandered in folly and sin, now I’m forlorn.

I’m no better than those I judged in my heart;
I was a senseless brute, in me there was no truth,
The Light I hated and in darkness I wandered;
Ah, I lament for my soul for I’m a child of wroth!

Lamb of God, my sinful nature does remonstrate me:
A great sinner I find in me, yet in you, a great Saviour;
With the publican I cry, “Have mercy on me, a sinner!”
O, shall I rejoice e’ermore that with you I find favour.

elm.