8 Only, when the way is rough,
And the coward flesh would start,
Let thy promise [and thy love
Cheer and animate my heart.
56.
Humiliation and Praise.
[IMITATED FROM THE GERMAN.]
1 WHEN the wounded spirit hears
The voice of Jesus blood,
How the message stops the tears
Which else in vain had flow d !
Pardon, grace, and peace proclaim d,
And the sinner call d a child ;
Then the stubborn heart is tamed,
Renewed and reconciled.
2 Oh ! twas grace indeed to spare
And save a wretch like me !
Men or angels could not bear
What I have offer d thee I
Were thy bolts at their command,
Hell ere now had been my place ;
Thou alone couldst silent stand
And wait to show thy grace.
3 If, in one created mind,
The tenderness and love
Of thy saints on earth were join d
With all the hosts above ;
Still that love were weak and poor,
If compared, my Lord, with thine ;
Far too scanty to endure
A heart so vile as mine.
4 Wondrous mercy I have found,
But, ah, how faint my praise !
Must I be a cumber- ground,
Unfruitful all my days ?
