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Saints and Sinners . . .
One of David's favorites
When some fellow yields to temptation
And breaks a conventional law,
We look for no good in his make-up
But God! how we look for a flaw!
No one will ask, “How tempted?”
Nor allow for the battles hearts fought;
His name becomes food for the jackals --
For us who have never been caught. He has sinned? we shout from the house-tops,
We forget the good he has done,
We center on one lost battle,
And forget the times he has won.
Come, gaze at the sinner! we thunder,
And by his example be taught,
That his footsteps lead to destruction,
Cry we who have never been caught.
T’m a sinner, O Lord, and I know it,
I’m weak, I blunder, I fail.
II’m tossed on life’s stormy ocean
Like ships embroiled in a gale.
I’m willing to trust in Thy mercy,
To keep the commandments Thou’st taught,
But deliver me, Lord, from the judgement
Of saints who have never been caught
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