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712.

[The dire occasion of my fall]

The dire occasion of my fall
O may I still, like Peter, fly,
My Saviour's words to mind recall,
And feel the influence of His eye!
My sins and past unfaithfulness
I would at Jesus' feet deplore,
Till comforted by pardoning grace
I rise, and trust my heart no more.
Jesus, almighty to convert,
On me Thy conquering mercy show,
Strike by Thy love this rocky heart,
And bid the contrite waters flow:
But let me still embrace Thy feet,
Weep on, when graciously forgiven,
Till Thou exalt me to Thy seat,
And dry these gracious tears in heaven.