THE PENITENT'S PLEA by Rebekah Smith

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 29, 1871

THE PENITENT'S PLEA.

By Rebekah Smith

Thy throne, O God, would spotless be, Should I be cast away from thee, Unworthy thy rich, sovereign grace, Unworthy in thy courts a place.

Forsake me not, my Lord, I pray, Nor leave me in sin’s dangerous way; When strong temptations fierce assail, Without thy help, who can prevail?

On One that’s mighty, help is laid, The debt I owe, my Surety’s paid. O God, on thine Anointed look, And keep my name in thine own book.

Through Him who died that I might live, Canst thou, O Lord, my sins forgive? In thine own strength help me to rise, And grant me favor in thine eyes.

I cannot trust myself to stand; I fall, shouldst thou withdraw thy hand. Our strength is weakness; who can know, If left by thee, their depth of woe?

I tremble, Lord, in view of this, Lest I the path of life should miss; Lest I be worsted in the fight, And prove a rebel in thy sight.

My dearest Lord, oh! can it be That I shall e’er depart from thee? Shall e’er that fatal line have crossed, Beyond which God has said we’re lost?

Once more thy promise, Lord, I plead, To help in every time of need, To overcome each darling sin, That I at last the prize may win.

REBEKAH SMITH.

West Wilton, N. H.