long-suffering, goodness, and love, lead you to that repentance that needeth not be repented of again. Prostrate as you should be at the footstool of mercy, while you are acknowledging your repeated insults to the heavenly visitor, let your sincere, fervent and persevering prayer ascend to the Lord, whose ear is ever attentive; and let its burden be—
"Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite;
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
Though I have most unfaithful been,
And long in vain thy grace received;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;
Yet, oh! the mourning sinner spare,
In honor of my great High-Priest.
Nor in thy righteous anger swear,
T'exclude me from thy people's rest.
My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, Lord, with pitying eye
And save the soul condemn'd to die."
