’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,