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THE PENITENT THIEF.
There is there is! for now the powers of Hell
Are struggling for the mastery-' tis the hour When Death exerts his last permitted power, When the dread weight of sin since Adam fell, Is visited on Him, who deigned to dwell
A man with men- that he might bear the stroke Of wrath divine, and burst the captive's yoke,--But O! of that dread strife what words can tell?
Those- only those which broke with many a
groan
From His full heart-" O Father take away The cup of vengeance I must drink to- dayYet, Father, not my will, but thine be done!" It could not pass away- for He alone
Was mighty to endure, and strong to save; Nor would Jehovah leave him in the grave; Nor could corruption taint His Holy One.
DALE.
THE PENITENT THIEF.
BUT who is he in anguish nigh, Who on the Saviour turns his eye; And who, while all the world beside The suff'rings of his Lord deride, Is taught in this sad solemn hour, To trust in his redeeming pow'r?