Verse 1
Doth God regard the outward shew?
There must be some remorse within,
Some dread (if it no farther go)
Of judgment hanging o’er his sin:
Righteous the judgment he confest,
Pray’d that on him it might not come,
And mercy stoop’d to his request,
And respited the tyrant’s doom.

Verse 2
Humbled like him, the Lord I fear,
And softly in his presence go,
With horror mark his judgments near,
His arm made bare to give the blow!
O thou who didst an Ahab spare,
A partial penitent reprieve,
Break, and inspire my heart with prayer,
And then for thy own sake forgive.