His Saviour s look he could not bear,
But hasted forth to weep.
7 But sure the faithful cock had crow d
A hundred times in vain
Had not the Lord that look bestow d
The meaning to explain.
8 As I, like Peter, vows have made,
Yet acted Peter s part ;
So conscience, like the cock, upbraids
My base ungrateful heart.
9 Lord Jesus, hear a sinner s cry,
My broken peace renew ; .
And grant one pitying look, that I
May weep with Peter too.
92.
The Legion dispossessed.—Mark, v, 18, 19.
1 LEGION was my name by nature,
Satan raged within my breast,
Never misery was greater,
Never sinner more possess d :
Mischievous to all around me,
To myself the greatest foe ;
Thus I was when Jesus found me,
Fill d with madness, sin, and woe.
3 Yet in this forlorn condition,
When he came to see me free,
I replied to my Physician,
" What have I to do with thee ?"
But he would not be prevented,
Rescued me against my will :
Had he staid till I consented
I had been a captive still.
3 " Satan, though thou fain wouldst have it,
Know this soul is none of thine ;
I have shed my blood to save it,
Now I challenge it for mine ;[1]
- ↑ Book iii, Hymn 54.
