4 I'll cast myself before his feet,
I see him on his mercy-seat,
( Tis sprinkled with atoning blood);
There sinners find access to God :
Ye burden d souls, approach with me,
And make the Saviour s name your plea:
Jesus will pardon all who come,
And strike your fierce accuser dumb.
33.
The benighted Traveler.
1 FOREST beasts that live by prey,
Seldom show themselves by day ;
But when day-light is withdrawn,
Then they rove and roar till dawn.
2 Who can tell the trav'ler's fears
When their horrid yells he hears ?
Terror almost stops his breath,
While each step he looks for death.
3 Thus, when Jesus is in view,
Cheerful I my way pursue ;
Walking by my Saviour s light
Nothing can my soul affright.
4 But when he forbears to shine,
Soon the trav ler s case is mine ; "
Lost, benighted, struck with dread,
What a painful path I tread!
5 Then my soul with terror hears,
Worse than lions, wolves, or bears,
Roaring loud in every part,
Through the forest of my heart.
6 Wrath, impatience, envy, pride,
Satan and his host beside,
Press around me to devour ;
How can I escape their power?
7 Gracious Lord, afford me light,
Put these beasts of prey to flight ;
Let thy pow r of love be shown ;
Save me, for I am thine own!
