THE DYING THIEF.
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Yet I have known the price
My careless soul has cost;
But this false world has wooed me well,
And I have loved and lost;
For I believe in hell.
My careless soul has cost;
But this false world has wooed me well,
And I have loved and lost;
For I believe in hell.
Here at the grave's dark mouth,
Of every help bereft,
I long in vain for one lost day;
And but one hour is left,
And life ebbs fast away.
Of every help bereft,
I long in vain for one lost day;
And but one hour is left,
And life ebbs fast away.
I might have lived for Christ,
Who gave His life for me;
I might have been His witness here,
But now this cannot be;
I shrink, I faint with fear.
Who gave His life for me;
I might have been His witness here,
But now this cannot be;
I shrink, I faint with fear.
Lord, is there no hope for me?
When thou wast crucified,
Thou heardst the malefactor's cry
Ascending by Thy side.
Wilt Thou my prayer deny?
When thou wast crucified,
Thou heardst the malefactor's cry
Ascending by Thy side.
Wilt Thou my prayer deny?
Lord, I am that vile thief
Who robbed Thee every day
Of glory, honor, praise, and work,
And nought have I to pay;
And now the night grows dark.
Who robbed Thee every day
Of glory, honor, praise, and work,
And nought have I to pay;
And now the night grows dark.
