If Jesus, for these, you despise, And sin to the Saviour prefer, In vain your entreaties and cries, When summon'd to stand at his bar: How wi11 you his presence abide? What anguish wi11 torture your heart, The saints a11 enthron'd by his side, And you be compe11ed to depart.

Too often, dear Saviour, have I Preferr'd some poor trif1e to thee; How is it thou dost not deny The b1essing and birth-right to me? No better than Esau I am, Though pardon and heaven be mine To me be1ongs nothing but shame, The praise and the g1ory be thine."