29. Bondage
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{70}
O PROPHET, tell me not of peace, |
Or Christ's all-loving deeds; |
Death only can from sin release, |
And death to judgment leads. |
Thou from thy birth hast set thy face |
Towards thy Redeemer Lord; |
To tend and deck His holy place, |
And note his secret word. |
I ne'er shall reach Heaven's glorious path; |
Yet haply tears may stay |
The purpose of His instant wrath, |
And slake the fiery day. {71} |
Then plead for one who cannot pray, |
Whose faith is but despair, |
Who hates his heart, nor puts away |
The sin that rankles there. [Note] |
Iffley.
November 28, 1832. |