MRS. SIGOURNEY'S POEMS.
153
Still on the sinful and the vile
His daily bounties fall,
Still comes the sun with cheerful smile
Dispensing good to all.
The way of wickedness is hard,
Its bitter fruits we know,
Shame in this world is its reward,
And in the future, woe.
Oh Thou! who see'st us while we pay
The penance of our guilt,
Cast not our souls condemn'd away,
Christ's blood for us was spilt.
Deep root within a heart subdued
May true repentance take,
And be its fruits a life renew'd,
For the Redeemer's sake.
Uplift our spirits from the ground,
Give to our darkness, light,
Oh Thou! whose mercies have no bound,
Preserve us safe this night.
