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The dying penitent.
As on the cross the Saviour hung,
And groaned, and bled, and died,
He looked with pity on a wretch
That languished by his side.
2 The dying thief in Jesus saw
A majesty divine;
While scoffing Jews around him stood,
And asked him for a sign!
3 The kingdom, Lord, is thine, he said;
’Tis thine o’er men to reign:
Thy wondrous works thy lordship prove,
These pains thy love proclaim:
4 Honors divine await thee soon,
A scepter and a crown:
With shame thy foes shall yet behold
Thee seated on a throne.
5 Then, gracious Lord, remember me!
Is not forgiveness thine?
My crimes have brought me to thy side—
Thy love brought thee to mine!
6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies,
To-day your parting soul shall be
With me in paradise.
Stennett.