Acts 3:2, 3: And a certain man lame from his mother's, &c

r I in this emblem see
My own unhappy case,
My nature's poverty
And utter helplessness;
So impotent to good I am,
Who from the womb a cripple came.

Here at the Temple's gate
(The real Temple,) I
A feeble beggar wait,
And for His mercy cry,
Who only can my wants relieve,
And power and place, and pardon give.

Day after day distress'd
On Jesus I attend,
And urging my request
Besiege the sinner's Friend;
In patient prayer expect a cure,
Till I Ie pronounce my pardon sure.