The Relapse by Henry Vaughan

Lyrics
My God, how gracious art thou! I had slipt Almost to hell And on the verge of that dark, dreadful pit Did hear them yell But O thy love! thy rich, almighty love That sav'd my soul And checkt their fury, when I saw them move And heard them howl; O my sole comfort, take no more these ways This hideous path And I will mend my own without delays Cease thou thy wrath! I have deserv'd a thick, Egyptian damp Dark as my deeds Should mist within me, and put out that lamp Thy spirit feeds; A darting conscience full of stabs and fears; No shade but Yew Sullen, and sad eclipses, cloudy spheres Thesе are my due But he that with his blood, (a pricе too dear,) My scores did pay Bid me, by virtue from him, challenge here The brightest day; Sweet, downy thoughts; soft lily-shades; calm streams; Joys full and true; Fresh, spicy mornings; and eternal beams These are his due
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- Henry Vaughan