My brother,—Sit and think, While yet some hours on earth are left to thee; Kneel to thy God, who does not from thee shrink, And lay thy sins on Christ, who died for thee.
He rests His wounded hand With loving kindness, on thy sin-stained brow, And says—“Here at thy side I ready stand, To make thy scarlet sins as white as snow.
“I did not shed My blood For sinless angels, good and pure and true; For hopeless sinners flowed that crimson flood, My heart’s blood ran for you, my son, for you.
“Though thou hast grieved me sore, My arms of mercy still are open wide, I still hold open Heaven’s shining door, Come then—take refuge in My wounded side.
“Men shun thee—but not I, Come close to me—I love my erring sheep. My blood can cleanse thy sins of blackest dye, I understand, if thou canst only weep.”
Words fail thee—never mind, Thy Saviour can read e’en a sigh, or tear; I came, sin-stricken heart, to heal and bind, And died to save thee—to My heart thou’rt dear.
Come now—the time is short, Longing to pardon and to bless, I wait; Look up to Me, My sheep so dearly bought, And say, “forgive me, e’er it is too late.”
“For one under Sentence of Death,” lines which Mr. Berry had for a long time sent to the chaplain in every case where a sentence to death was to be carried out, with a request that they should be read to the prisoner.Gutenberg.
Garbalon 0 points 2.2 years ago
I read his book in high school. Seriously.