447    L.M.     J. Hart
Sighing for the Substance. Luke 14. 22; John 6. 53

1 Pity a helpless sinner, Lord,
  Who would believe thy gracious word,
  But own my heart, with shame and grief,
  A sink of sin and unbelief.

2 Lord, in thy house I read there’s room,
  And, venturing hard, behold I come;
  But can there, tell me, can there be
  Amongst thy children room for me?

3 I eat the bread, and drink the wine;
  But oh! my soul wants more than sign!
  I faint unless I feed on thee,
  And drink the blood as shed for me.

4 For sinners, Lord, thou cam’st to bleed;
  And I’m a sinner vile indeed;
  Lord, I believe, thy grace is free,
  O magnify that grace in me.