I have transgressed (The Disciple)

(The Saviour of the World, Vol VI Book I Poem VI)

Ah, Lord, I have transgressed! hot words I spake
In wrath against my fellow, nor would take
His word that he repented!

Ah, Lord, I have transgressed! resentment burned
Within me, for I was unduly spurned;
Nor knew that I resented!

Ah, Lord, I have transgressed! Another praised
Hath sometime shameful envy in me raised—
So mean am I presented!

Ah, Lord, I have transgressed! this time my sin
So pitiless, so hard, it needs must win
Thy rod—that I consented!

Ah, Lord, forgive! till seventy times seven
And seventy times again, exceeding even
Thy measure—covenanted!

So shall I learn perchance those sins to see
With gentler eyes that others do to me,—
Mine own sins, sore lamented!