If sinners love the Saviour’s name,

Nor seeks it ought beside.

Newton.

If, gracious God, in life’s green, ardent year,

A thousand times thy patient love I tried;

With reckless heart, with conscience hard and sere,

Thy gifts perverted, and thy power defied:

O grant me, now that wintry snows appear

Around my brow, and youth’s bright promise hide.