O where is the Saviour I scorn'd in times past? His word in my favour Would save me at last. Lord Jesus, on Thee I venture to call: O look upon me, The vilest of all! For whom didst thou languish And bleed on the tree? O pity my anguish, And say, "'Twas for thee.' A case such as mine Will honour Thy power; All hell will repine, All heaven adore. If in condemnation Strict justice takes place, It shines in salvation More glorious through grace. 7. BEHOLD, I AM VILE! O LORD, how vile am I, How can I dare to venture nigh Is this polluted heart A dwelling fit for Thee; Swarming, alas! in every part, What evils do I see! If I attempt to pray, And lisp Thy holy name, If in Thy Word I look, Such darkness fills my mind, Thy Gospel oft I hear, But hear it still in vain; Without desire, or love, or fear, I like a stone remain. Myself can hardly bear This wretched heart of mine; How hateful then must it appear To those pure eyes of Thine! And must I then indeed Sink in despair and die! Fain would I hope that Thou didst bleed For such a wretch as I. That blood which Thou hast spilt, That grace which is Thine own, Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt, And soften hearts of stone. Low at Thy feet I bow, O pity and forgive! Here will I lie, and wait till Thou Shalt bid me rise and live. 8. C. THE SHINING LIGHT. My former hopes are fled, Ah! whither shall I fly? I hear the thunder roar; When I review my ways, I see, or think I see, A glimmering from afar! A beam of day that shines for me, My soul is beset With grief and dismay, And nothing can pay; The death that He died, Can give, if He please, When nail'd to the Tree, * Psalm cxxx. 6. † Luke xxiii. 43. |