THE DEATH BED OF A PENITENT SINNER

JOSEPH JOHN GURNEY

Jesus, still will I adore thee,
  Well thou know'st a sinner's heart,
All my wounds are fresh before thee,
  Thou alone canst heal their smart.

Thou alone thy balm applying,
  Canst this aching pang relieve;
Balm that thou hast bought with dying,
  Give and teach me to receive.

Thou of all-sufficient merit;
  May the blood that from thee flow'd,
May thy purifying spirit,
  Be upon this heart bestowed.

Ah! how deeply am I wounded,
  Spoil'd by Satan, pierc'd by sin,
And hath love for me abounded?
  Hark! a Saviour speaks within.

"Sinner! yes, my love is tow'rds thee,
  Everlasting and divine;
Endless hope it yet affords thee,
  Seek it, take it, I am thine."

And wilt thou be mine forever?
  Shall I live with thee and reign?
Come, these mould'ring chains to sever,
  Come, for death to me is gain.