5 What a sorrow and weight didst thou feel,
When nail d, for my sake, to the tree !
My heart sure is harder than steel,
To feel no more sorrow for thee :
Oh ! let me with Thomas descry
The wounds in thy hands and thy side,
And have feelings like his when I cry,
"My God and my Saviour has died !"
6 But if thou hast appointed me still
To wrestle and suiter and fight ;
make me resign d to thy will,
For all thy appointments are right:
This mercy, at least I entreat,
That, knowing how vile I have been,
I, with Mary, may wait at thy feet,
And weep o er the pardon of sin.
26.
Self-Acquaintance. C.
1 DEAR Lord ! accept a sinful heart,
Which of itself complains,
And mourns, with much and frequent smart,
The evil it contains.
2 There fiery seeds of anger lurk,
Which often hurt my frame ;
And wait but for the tempter s work,
To fan them to a flame.
3 Legality holds out a bribe
To purchase life from thee ;
And discontent would fain prescribe
How thou shalt deal with me.
4 While unbelief withstands thy grace,
And puts the mercy by,
Presumption, with a brow of brass,
Says, " Give me, or I die."
5 How eager are my thoughts to roam
In quest of what they love !
