Classic Poem

God's eyes espy our aims afar,
And, to his clearer sight,
These very ways most crooked are,
That we esteem most right.

Then righteous though I were, yet I
To answer him would grudge;
And, laying proud pretences by,
Would supplicate my Judge.

Should I my innocence aver,
My mouth would brand my face;
Yea, were I perfect, I'd prefer
The way of life by grace.