No. 38.

2 My father!-ah! no more
His home or love I know
He spurned me from his door,
And gave me up to wo!
He'll not relent,
Though penitent,

My heart is bent-a Magdalen.

3 The grave-the only end

To sorrow's heavy load!
Death is indeed a friend

To them at peace with God:
But grace must be

First given and free:

There's none for me-a Magdalen!

4 I've heard of Jesus' name,

Who on the gospel-day,

Received all that came,

Nor turned a wretch away:
Though all forbear,

Will Jesus hear,

In earnest prayer-a Magdalen ?

5 Methinks I feel a ray

Of hope arising round;
Some angel points the way
Here's an asylum found!
What's this I see?
And can it be
Inviting me a Magdalen?

6 And will you, can you take
A wretch like me within?
Will you, for Jesus' sake,
Help me to flee from sin?
Oh, love divine,
For grace to shine

On guilt like mine-a Magdalen !

7 Here, then, in this retreat
My soul shall wait and pray
Nor rise from Jesus' feet
Till sin be put away!
Jesus will hear

And answer prayer:

And say, 'Lo! here-a Magdalen!'