Matthew 18:7: Woe to the man, eternal woe

Woe to the man, eternal woe
To him by whom the' offence doth come!
His lot and portion is below,
His sentence is the' apostate's doom;
Plunged in the depths of grief unless
With broken heart his crime he feel,
A load of guilt shall soon depress
His soul to the profoundest hell.

Ah, Saviour, keep my trembling heart
Which feels its own infirmity;
One moment, Lord, if Thou depart,
The dire offence will come by me:
But if myself I always fear,
Thou wilt display Thy guardian love.
And give me grace to persevere,
Till safe with Thee I rest above.