The poem
Hear me, O God! A broken heart Is my best part. Use still thy rod, That I may prove Therein thy Love.
If thou hadst not Been stern to me, But left me free, I had forgot Myself and thee.
For sin's so sweet, As minds ill-bent Rarely repent, Until they meet Their punishment.
Who more can crave Than thou hast done? That gav'st a Son, To free a slave, First made of nought; With all since bought.
Sin, Death, and Hell His glorious name Quite overcame, Yet I rebel And slight the same.
But I'll come in Before my loss Me farther toss, As sure to win Under His cross.