668 10s W. Gadsby
Panting for Pardon. Ezra 9. 5, 6; Job 13. 6
1
Jehovah God! eternal Lord most high!
 
Permit a worm to bow before thy throne;
 
A worm deserving endless misery,
 
But pleads the blood that did for sin atone.
2
[I feel myself a rebel, base and vile;
 
>From head to feet, a mass of sin and guilt;
 
Nor have I skill the malady to heal,
 
But plead the blood that once for sin was spilt.]
3
A base, ungrateful monster I have been,
 
And now with shame my guilt and folly own;
 
I cannot, dare not, on my own works lean,
 
But plead the blood that did for sin atone.
4
Nor dare I promise future good to bring;
 
I know my heart deceitful is indeed;
 
Compelled I am on Christ alone to hang,
 
And plead that blood by which the church is freed.
5
If thou, dear Lord, so base a wretch wilt save,
 
Then all the glory shall redound to thee;
 
While here, and when I reach beyond the grave,
 
My soul shall sing salvation full and free.