Michael Wigglesworth, The Day of Doom; Or, A Poetical Description of the Great and Last Judgment
“ Thou art a lump of wickedness become,And may'st with horror think upon thy Doom,Until thy Soul be washéd in the floodOf Christ's most dear, soul-cleansing, precious-Blood.That, that alone can do away thy sin,Which thou wert born and hast long livéd in;That, only that can pacify God's wrath,If apprehended by a lively Faith,Now whilst the day and means of Grace do last,Before the opportunity be past. But if, O man, thou liv'st a Christless creature,And Death surprise thee in a state of nature, (As who can tell but that may be thy case?) ”
