| 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 snareHe starts, as from a sleep;
 His Savior’s look he could not bear,
 But hasted forth to weep.
 But sure the faithful cock had crowedA 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.
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