Saturday, November 13, 2010

A Puritan poem on Judgement

The following poem was written by Thomas Taylor (we presume) and printed in 1792.  It contains a message of the certainty of judgment, but also the certainty of the eternal pardon which Christ offers.


ON JUDGEMENT

When rising from the bed of death;
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear;
I view my Maker face to face
Oh how shall I appear?

If yet while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought;
My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought.

When thou, Oh Lord, shalt stand disclos'd,
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgement on my soul,
Oh how shall I appear?

Oh may my broken contrite heart,
Timely my sins lament;
And early with repentant tears,
Eternal woes prevent.

See then the sorrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;
And hear my Savior's dying groans,
To give those sorrows weight.

For never shall my soul despair,
Her pardon to procure;
Who knows they only Son hath died,
To make that pardon sure.


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