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148 Blame not then her love and tears, Greatly she in debt has been ; But I have removed her fears, And pardon d all her sin.&quot;

6 When I read this woman s case, Her love and humble zeal, I confess, with shame of face, My heart is made of steel. Much has been forgiven to me, Jesus paid my heavy score ; What a creature must I be, That I can love no more !

1 How kind the good Samaritan To him who fell among the thieves ! Thus Jesus pities fallen man, And heals the wounds the soul receives.

2 Oh ! I remember well the day When, sorely wounded, nearly slain, Like that poor man, I bleeding lay, And groan d for help, but groan d in vain.

3 Men saw me in this helpless case, And pass d without compassion by ; Each neighbour turn d away his face, Unmoved by my mournful cry.

4 But He whose name had been my scorn (As Jews Samaritans despise) Came, w^en he saw me thus forlorn, With love and pity in his eyes.

5 Gently he raised me from the ground, Press d me to lean upon his arm, And into every gaping wound He pour d his own all-healing balm.

6 Unto his church my steps he led, The house prepared for sinners lost,