I Have Delighted

There is no real pleasure in principles lost; There is no real pleasure in sin. If I believe that One looks down And sees my every care, Then that One too must look and frown On sins that I would dare. One cannot have his hopes both ways; One goal must constant reign. Should I determine to arrange My future in Your hands, One inadvertent lapse will change That knowledge in my plans. Oh, dying human that I am, If only bones and flesh and skin Then poor I am of all the reams Who ever walked the earth, But I am made of tears and dreams- They are my greater worth. O You, who see by dark of night As clearly as by day, Whose Knowledge sees through thickest walls And knows full well the heart of me, You who hear the weakest calls, From secret sins pronounce me free.