238    L.M.     J. Fawcett
Repentance. Ps. 25. 11; Acts 16. 30; 2 Cor. 7. 10

1 With melting heart and weeping eyes,
  My guilty soul for mercy cries;
  What shall I do, or whither flee,
  To escape the vengeance due to me?

2 Till late, I saw no danger nigh;
  I lived at ease, nor feared to die;
  Wrapped up in self-conceit and pride,
  “I shall have peace at last,” I cried.

3 But when, great God, thy light divine
  Had shone on this dark soul of mine,
  Then I beheld, with trembling awe,
  The terrors of thy holy law.

4 How dreadful now my guilt appears,
  In childhood, youth, and growing years;
  Before thy pure discerning eye,
  Lord, what a filthy wretch am I!

5 Should vengeance still my soul pursue,
  Death and destruction are my due;
  Yet mercy can my guilt forgive,
  And bid a dying sinner live.

6 Does not thy sacred word proclaim
  Salvation free in Jesus’ name?
  To him I look, and humbly cry,
  “O save a wretch condemned to die!”