Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Roses Diary (1850). O Father! I have sinnd against TheeHenry Septimus Sutton (18251901)
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The thing I thought I never more should do.
My days were set before me, light all through,
But I have made them dark, it is too true,
And drawn dense clouds between me and my Sun.
Yea, very deep and dark. Alas! I see
Such blackness in it, that I may not be
Forgiven of myself,—how then of Thee?—
Vile, vile without; black, utter black within.
I know how they must quail beneath the blaze
Of Thy love’s greatness. No: I dare not raise
One prayer to look aloft, lest I should gaze
On such forgiveness as would break my heart.