For at my state I tremble.’ - ‘Tremble more,’
Said the good man, ‘and then rejoice therefore!
’Tis good to tremble; prospects then are fair,
When the lost soul is plunged in deep despair:
Once thou wert simply honest, just, and pure,
Whole, as thou thought’st, and never wish’d a cure:
Now thou hast plunged in folly, shame, disgrace,
Now thou’rt an object meet for healing grace;
No merit thine, no virtue, hope, belief,
Nothing hast thou, but misery, sin, and grief;