Blame not then her love and tears,
Greatly she in debt has been ;
But I have removed her fears,
And pardon d all her sin."
6 When I read this woman s case,
Her love and humble zeal,
I confess, with shame of face,
My heart is made of steel.
Much has been forgiven to me,
Jesus paid my heavy score ;
What a creature must I be,
That I can love no more !
99.
The Good Samaritan. Luke, x, 33-35.
1 How kind the good Samaritan
To him who fell among the thieves !
Thus Jesus pities fallen man,
And heals the wounds the soul receives.
2 Oh ! I remember well the day
When, sorely wounded, nearly slain,
Like that poor man, I bleeding lay,
And groan d for help, but groan d in vain.
3 Men saw me in this helpless case,
And pass d without compassion by ;
Each neighbour turn d away his face,
Unmoved by my mournful cry.
4 But He whose name had been my scorn
(As Jews Samaritans despise)
Came, w^en he saw me thus forlorn,
With love and pity in his eyes.
5 Gently he raised me from the ground,
Press d me to lean upon his arm,
And into every gaping wound
He pour d his own all-healing balm.
6 Unto his church my steps he led,
The house prepared for sinners lost,