Pray’d for Conviction, was convinced—and lost.
“Chearful and Gay my Years of Unbelief;
They fled, and now a sad Reverse I see:
Like Judas I, or like the dying Thief,
But not the One who said, ‘Remember Me!’
“I go, Matilda, for my Peace is gone;
Nor would thy Heart a Lawless Love allow.
I dare not die; but must a Wretch live on,
And Life once blest must be my Torment now.
“Oh! when convinced that Jesus died for man, 300