Fear

Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun,

Which was my sin, though it were done before?

Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run,

And do run still; though still I do deplore?

When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,

For, I have more.



Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won

Others to sin? And, made my sin their door?

Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun

A year, or two, but wallowed in, a score?

When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,

For I have more.



I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun

My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;

But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy son

Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;

And, having done that, Thou hast done;

I fear no more.