3 When the cross I view by faith,
Sin is madness, poison, death :
Tempt me not, tis all in vain,
Sure I ne er can yield again.
4 Satan for a while debarr d,
When he finds me off my guard,
Puts his glass before my eyes,
Quickly other thoughts arise.
5 What before excited fears,
Rather pleasing now appears ;
If I sin, it seems so small,
Or perhaps no sin at all.
6 Often thus through sin s deceit,
Grief and shame and loss I meet ;
Like a fish, my soul mistook,
Saw the bait, but not the hook.
7 O my Lord, what shall I say ?
How can I presume to pray ?
Not a word have I to plead,
Sins like mine are black*indeed.
8 Made by past experience wise,
Let me learn thy word to prize ;
Taught by what I ve felt before,
Let me Satan s glass abhor.
77.
Are there few that shall be saved?
1 DESTRUCTION S dangerous road
What multitudes pursue,
While that which leads the soul to God
Is known or sought by few.
2 Believers enter in
By Christ, the living gate ;
But they who will not leave their sin,
Complain it is too strait.
3 If self must be denied,
And sin forsaken quite,
