3 Yet this acknowledgment I ll make
For all he has bestow d
Salvation s sacred cup I ll take,
And call upon my God.
4 The best returns for one like me,
So wretched and so poor,
Is from his gifts to draw a plea,
And ask him still for more.
5 I cannot serve him as I ought,
No works have I to boast ;
Yet would I glory in the thought
That I should owe him most.
51.
Dwelling in Mesech.—Psalm cxx, 5–1.
1 WHAT a mournful life is mine,
Fill d with crosses, pains, and cares !
Every work denied with sin,
Every step beset with snares.
2 If alone I pensive sit,
I myself can hardly bear ;
If I pass along the street,
Sin and riot triumph there.
3 Jesus ! how my heart is pain d,
How it mourns for souls deceived,
When I hear thy name profaned,
When I see thy Spirit grieved !
4 When thy children s griefs I view,
Their distress becomes my own ;
All I hear or see or do
Makes me tremble, weep, and groan.
5 Mourning thus I long had been
When I heard my Saviour s voice :
" Thou hast cause to mourn for sin,
But in me thou may st rejoice."
6 This kind word dispell d my grief,
Put to silence my complaints ;
