'Tis full when found, 'tis found if sought,
Oh! seek it, till 'tis seal'd to thee.
VAGRANT.
But how my pardon shall I know?
MAGISTRATE.
By feeling dread that 'tis not sent;
By tears, for sin that freely flow;
By grief, that all thy tears are spent;
By thoughts on that great debt we owe,
With all the mercy God has lent;