And hast Thou help for such as me,
Sin-weary, stained, forlorn?
"_Yea then,--if not for such as thee
To what end was I born?_"
But I have strayed so far away,
So oft forgotten Thee.
"_No smallest thing that thou hast done
But was all known to Me._"
And I have followed other gods,
And brought Thy name to scorn.
"_It was to win thee back from them
I wore the crown of thorn._"
And, spite of all, Thou canst forgive,
And still attend my cry?
"_Dear heart, for this end I did live,
To this end did I die._"
And if I fall away again,
And bring Thy Love to shame?
"_I'll find thee out where'er thou art,
And still thy love will claim._"
All this for me, whose constant lack
Doth cause Thee constant pain?
"_For this I lived, for this I died,
For this I live again._"
[Transcriber's note: The first two verses of this poem
were inside the book's front cover, and its last two
verses were inside its back cover.]