I will forthwith shout my confession,
Into the general ear of Antioch,
And from the evidence of thine own mouth,
Not thee alone, but all thy lying gods,
Convict; and you convicting before God,
Myself by man’s tribunal judged and damn’d,
Trust by my own blood mixing with the tide
That flow’d for me from the Redeemer’s side,
From those few damning drops to wash me free
That bound me thine for ever—