John Duick.

Great God, Thy judgments all are just and right;

Thou art all pity, and to anger slow;

But I have done such evil in Thy sight,

That mercy now with justice cannot flow.

Yes, gracious God, my sins have reached such height,

As leaves no choice but how to deal the blow;

Such guilt to pardon would Thy honour blight,

And even Thy goodness seals my final woe.

Consult Thy glory, then withhold no more,