Cast Down, but Not Destroyed

I

Though sore beset with guilt and fear,
I cannot, dare not, quite despair;
If I must perish, would the Lord
Have taught my heart to love his word:
Would he have given me eyes to see
My danger and my remedy;
Reveal’d his name, and bid me pray,
Had he resolved to say me nay?

II

No though cast down, I am not slain!
I fall, but I shall rise again;
The present, Satan, is thy hour,
But Jesus shall control thy pow’r:
His love will plead for my relief,
He hears my groans, he sees my grief;
Nor will he suffer thee to boast
A soul that sought his help was lost,

III

’Tis true, I have unfaithful been,
And grieved his Spirit by my sin;
Yet still his mercy he’ll reveal,
And all my wounds and follies heal:
Abounding sin I must confess,
But more abounding is his grace:
He once vouchsafed for me to bleed,
And now he lives my cause to plead.

IV

I’ll cast myself before his feet,
I see him on his mercy-seat,
(’Tis sprinkled with atoning blood);
There sinners find access to God:
Ye burden’d souls, approach with me,
And make the Saviour’s name your plea:
Jesus will pardon all who come,
And strike your fierce accuser dumb.