Today's Poem: The Humble Soul’s Resolve

Come humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve
Come with your guild and fear oppressed
And make this last resolve

I’ll go to Yeshua, tough my sin
Hath like a mountain rose
I know His courts, I’ll enter in
Whatever may oppose

Prostrate I’ll lie before His Throne
And there my guild confess
I’ll tell Him I’m a wretch undone
Without His Sovereign Grace

I’ll, to the Gracious King approach
Whose sceptre pardon gives
Perhaps He may command my touch
And then the suppliant lives

I can but perish if I go
I am resolved to try
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die

But if I die, with mercy sought
When I, the King have tried
This were to die (delightful thought)
As sinner never died