Text: | Esau |
1 Poor Esau repented too late,
That once he his Birth-Right despis'd;
And sold, for a Morsel of Meat,
What could not too highly be priz'd:
How great was his Anguish when told
The Blessing he sought to obtain,
Was gone with the Birth-Right he sold,
And none could recall it again!
2 He stands as a Warning to all,
Wherever the Gospel shall come:
O hasten and yield to the Call,
While yet for Repentance there's Room!
Your Season will quickly be past,
Then hear, and obey it to-day;
Lest when you seek Mercy at last,
The Saviour should frown you away.
3 What is it the World can propose?
A Morsel of Meat at the best!
For this are you willing to lose
A share in the Joys of the Blest?
Its Pleasures will speedily end,
Its Favour and praise are but Breath:
And what can its Profits befriend
Your Soul in the Moment of Death?
4 If Jesus for these you despise,
And Sin to the Saviour prefer,
In vain your Entreaties and Cries,
When summon'd to stand at his Bar:
How will you his Presence abide?
What Anguish will Torture your Heart?
The Saints all enthron'd by his Side,
And you be compell'd to depart!
5 Too often, Dear Saviour, have I
Preferr'd some Poor Trifle to Thee;
How is it thou dost not deny
The Blessing and Birth-Right to me?
No better than Esau I am,
Tho' Pardon and Heaven be mine;
To me belongs nothing but Shame,
The Praise and the Glory be thine.
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First Line: | Poor Esau repented too late |
Title: | Esau |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Topic: | liturgical: Confession Songs; Penitential Hymns |