775    S.M.     J. Hart
The Enlightened Sinner. Eph. 5. 8; 1 Tim. 1. 13-15

1 My God, when I reflect
  How, all my life-time past,
  I ran the roads of sin and death
  With rash impetuous haste,

2 My foolishness I hate;
  My filthiness I loathe;
  And view, with sharp remorse and shame,
  My filth and folly both.

3 [With some the tempter takes
  Much pains to make them mad;
  But me he found, and always held,
  The easiest fool he had.

4 His deep and dangerous lies
  So grossly I believed,
  He was not readier to deceive,
  Than I to be deceived.

5 His light and airy dreams,
  I took for solid good,
  And thought his base, adulterate coin,
  The riches of thy blood.]

6 And dost thou still regard,
  And cast a gracious eye
  On one so foul, so base, so blind,
  So dead, so lost, as I?

7 Then sinners black as hell
  May hence for hope have ground;
  For who of mercy needs despair,
  Since I have mercy found?