O God, the holy and the just, Look not with anger's flashing eye; Behold me prostrate in the dust, Hear a repenting sinner's sigh. My sins like ocean's sand abound, My sins are stained with crimson hue; The burden sinks me to the ground; To heaven I dare not lift my view. How blest if I to reason's voice Had yielded an obedient ear; Blest, if thy will had been my choice, Thou my delight, and thou my fear. Alas! the passions in my frame, By vice perverted, onward press'd, With blindful violence o'ercame, The voice of conscience in my breast. Lord, I am worthy to receive The dreadful sentence "Thou shalt die"; But, that in mercy I may live, Turn, turn thy face to Calvary.
Back to Chapter
Back to Contents List
Embro, Embro Copyright © 2001, Jack Campin