Bearing itself in honest dire woe,
Reveals to Him an unrelenting foe,
In sin, using, abused glory’s grace,
Trembled again, repents to find his face.
Whose body did he charge to live anew,
Grown amongst thorns, the pleasures, care returns.
Half turned (a child is still more gracious true),
Guilty mind, but escaping shame that burns.
These lips that honor, praise increases more,
To Him, while it had planned to sin before.
Water stolen is sweeter now, and then
It eats the secret bread in darken’d den.
Controlled its breath, truly it still is mean,
Attempts to fool the God of it unseen.