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With soft compassion touch'd, He knows,
For He has felt, the sinner's grief, To all our doubts, and all our woes,
He promises and gives relief: My soul, dismiss thy self-distracting fears, Thy Saviour-Priest for thee in heav'n appears.
The wandering star, and fleeting wind,
But cloud and wind, and dew and star,
Our outward walk and inward frame,
We sin forsake, to sin return;
With flowing tears, Lord, we confess
When shall these hearts more stable be,
O Lord, how vile am I,
Unholy and unclean !
With such a load of sin !
Myself can hardly bear
This wretched heart of mine : How hateful must it then appear
To those pure eyes of Thine !
And must I then indeed
Sink in despair and die ?
For such a wretch as I.
That blood, which Thou hast spilt,
That grace, which is Thy own, Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt,
And soften hearts of stone.
Low at Thy feet I bow,
O pity and forgive :
Shalt bid me rise and live.
A dying, risen Jesus,
Why did I leave the narrow path
To pluck life's withering flowers ?
For such a world as our's ?
The holy and the true ?
And broken cisterns hew ?
Saviour of sinners, Son of God!
Is there no mercy now?
Can never cease to flow ;
Whose glory cannot die,
M. A. BROWNE. V. INVITATIONS TO SINNERS.
BEHOLD, I stand at the door and knock.-Rev. iii. 18.
Let him that is athirst, come: and whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely Rev. xxii. 17.
Ho! every one that thirsts draw nigh,
The living Well behold;
But offer neither gem nor gold.
See from the rock a fountain rise,
Midst arid sands and barren wastes ;
His unbought love and pardon tastes.
Why seek ye that which is not good,
Such vain and worthless toys embrace ?
Oh, hearken to the healing voice
Lord, I accept, with grateful heart,
My Saviour ! may Thy powerful love
Behold a Stranger at the door!