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BOOK III. 3 When the cross I view by faith, Sin is madness, poison, death : Tempt me not, tis all in vain, Sure I ne er can yield again.

4 Satan for a while debarr d, When he finds me off my guard, Puts his glass before my eyes, Quickly other thoughts arise.

5 What before excited fears, Rather pleasing now appears ; If I sin, it seems so small, Or perhaps no sin at all.

6 Often thus through sin s deceit, Grief and shame and loss I meet ; Like a fish, my soul mistook, Saw the bait, but not the hook.

7 O my Lord, what shall I say ? How can I presume to pray ? Not a word have I to plead, Sins like mine are black*indeed.

8 Made by past experience wise, Let me learn thy word to prize ; Taught by what I ve felt before, Let me Satan s glass abhor.

1 DESTRUCTION S dangerous road What multitudes pursue, While that which leads the soul to God Is known or sought by few.

2 Believers enter in By Christ, the living gate ; But they who will not leave their sin, Complain it is too strait.

3 If self must be denied, And sin forsaken quite, Rh