Last night I drew up mine account,
And found my debits to amount
To such a height, as for to tell
How I should pay ‘s impossible.
Well, this I’ll do: my mighty score
Thy mercy-seat I’ll lay before;
But therewithal I’ll bring the band
Which, in full force, did daring stand
Till my Redeemer, on the tree,
Made void for millions, as for me.
Then, if thou bidst me pay, or go
Unto the prison, I’ll say, no;
Christ having paid, I nothing owe:
For, this is sure, the debt is dead
By law, the bond once cancelled.
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