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BOOK III. 8 Only, when the way is rough, And the coward flesh would start, Let thy promise [and thy love Cheer and animate my heart.

1 WHEN the wounded spirit hears The voice of Jesus blood, How the message stops the tears Which else in vain had flow d ! Pardon, grace, and peace proclaim d, And the sinner call d a child ; Then the stubborn heart is tamed, Renewed and reconciled.

2 Oh ! twas grace indeed to spare And save a wretch like me ! Men or angels could not bear What I have offer d thee I Were thy bolts at their command, Hell ere now had been my place ; Thou alone couldst silent stand And wait to show thy grace.

3 If, in one created mind, The tenderness and love Of thy saints on earth were join d With all the hosts above ; Still that love were weak and poor, If compared, my Lord, with thine ; Far too scanty to endure A heart so vile as mine.

4 Wondrous mercy I have found, But, ah, how faint my praise ! Must I be a cumber- ground, Unfruitful all my days ?