WHerewith shall I approach this
What shall I bring,
What sacrifice
Will not so  despise;
Tell me you  that fall down,
The nearest to his throne,
Oh tell me how,
Or wherewithal shall I before my own, and your dread maker bow.
Will  top afford,
No equal offering,
Ten thousand rams, a bounteous offering 'tis,
When all the flocks upon a
Will  oil his wrath controul;
Or the more precious flood,
Of my first born's blood,
Compound for all my debts and make a full Attonement for my Soul.