C.M.
1
Is there a little sinner here,
Who mourns because of sin;
And sees with grief and shame and fear,
How wicked he has been?
2
Is there a little aching heart,
Which does its vileness feel,
And groans beneath that deadly smart
Which none but Christ can heal?
3
Is there a little soul that pants
To taste redeeming grace,
And longs to pour out all its wants
Before the Saviour’s face?
4
Fear not, poor little trembling thing,
With cruel scorn to meet;
To Christ your sins and sorrows bring,
And lay them at His feet.
5
He is a kind and gracious Lord,
Love fills His gentle breast;
“Come unto Me,” is His own word,
“And I will give you rest.”
6
Think how He answered praying Paul,
And sinking Peter, too;
And so, if you for mercy call,
He’ll hear and answer you.
