Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville :: :: University of Virginia Library

Downe in the depth of mine iniquity,
That vgly center of infernall spirits;
Where each sinne feeles her owne deformity,
In these peculiar torments she inherits,
Depriu'd of humane graces, and diuine,
Euen there appeares this sauing God of mine.

And in this fatall mirrour of transgression,
Shewes man as fruit of his degeneration,
The errours ugly infinite impression,
Which beares the faithlesse downe to desperation;
Depriu'd of humane graces and diuine,
Euen there appeares this sauing God of mine.

In power and truth, Almighty and eternall,
Which on the sinne reflects strange desolation,
With glory scourging all the Sprites infernall,
And vncreated hell with vnpriuation;
Depriu'd of humane graces, not diuine,
Euen there appeares this sauing God of mine.

For on this sp'rituall Crosse condemned lying,
To paines infernall by eternall doome,
I see my Sauiour for the same sinnes dying,
And from that hell I fear'd, to free me, come;
Depriu'd of humane graces, not diuine,
Thus hath his death rais'd up this soule of mine.