Peter Sinning And Repenting

When Peter boasted, soon he fell, Yet was by grace restored; His case should be regarded well By all who fear the Lord. A voice it has, and helping hand, Backsliders to recall; And cautions those who think they stand, Lest suddenly they fall. He said, Whatever others do, With Jesus I'll abide; Yet soon amidst a murd'rous crew His suff'ring Lord denied. He who had been so bold before, Now trembled like a leaf; Not only lied, but cursed and swore, To gain the more belief. While he blasphemed he heard the cock, And Jesus looked in love; At once, as if by lightning struck, His tongue forbore to move. Delivered thus from Satan's snare He starts, as from a sleep; His Saviour's look he could not bear, But hasted forth to weep. But sure the faithful cock had crowed A hundred times in vain; Had not the Lord that look bestowed, The meaning to explain. As I, like Peter, vows have made, Yet acted Peter's part; So conscience, like the cock, upbraids My base, ungrateful heart. Lord Jesus, hear a sinner's cry, My broken peace renew; And grant one pitying look, that I May weep with Peter too.