Page:Olney Hymns - 1840.djvu/144

140 He will answer from his throne &quot; Though you with my people mix d, Yet to me you ne er were known ; Depart, your doom is fix d.&quot;

5 Oh that none who worship here May hear that word, depart ! Lord, impress a godly fear On each professor s heart : Help us, Lord, to search the camp, Let us not ourselves beguile, Trusting to a dying lamp, Without a stock of oil.

1 WHEN Peter boasted, soon he fell, Yet was by grace restored ; His case should be regarded well By all who fear the Lord.

2 A voice it has, and helping hand, Backsliders to recall ; And cautions those who think they stand, Lest suddenly they fall.

3 He said, &quot; Whatever others do, With Jesus I ll abide ;&quot; Yet soon amidst a murd rous crew His suff ring Lord denied.

4 He who had been so bold before Now trembled like a leaf, Not only lied, but cursed and swore, To gain the more belief.

5 While he blasphemed he heard the cock, And Jesus look d in love ; At once, as if by lightning struck, His tongue forebore to move.

6 Deliver d thus from Satan s snare, He starts, as from a sleep ;