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THE DYING THIEF.
"Take thy cross up daily,
Seek the path I trod,
Nearer than a brother
To the living God.
For a little season
Fierce thy foes may be;
Go in this thy power,
Fellowship with Me."
Seek the path I trod,
Nearer than a brother
To the living God.
For a little season
Fierce thy foes may be;
Go in this thy power,
Fellowship with Me."
THE DYING THIEF.
"Behold the Man!"—John xix. 5.
The day is past for me,
And nothing I have done;
I might have served a lifetime here,
But now the light is gone,
And night is drawing near.
And nothing I have done;
I might have served a lifetime here,
But now the light is gone,
And night is drawing near.
I might have led some heart
The path I have despised,
I might have told the love of One
"Whom I so little prized;
But now the time is gone.
The path I have despised,
I might have told the love of One
"Whom I so little prized;
But now the time is gone.
Past is the day of grace:
I spurned the priceless blood,
And long have trampled recklessly
Upon the gift of God;
And now I come to die.
I spurned the priceless blood,
And long have trampled recklessly
Upon the gift of God;
And now I come to die.
