English poem
HYMN XXVI. Pharisee and Publican, Luke xviii.10
by Anonymous
Behold how sinners disagree, The Publican and Pharisee! One doth his righteousness proclaim, The other owns his guilt and shame.
This man at humble distance stands, And cries for grace with lifted hands; That boldly rises near the throne, And talks of duties he has done.
The Lord their different language knows, And different answers he bestows: The humble soul, with grace he crowns, While on the proud his anger frowns.
Dear Father, let me never be Join'd with the boasting Pharisee; I have no merits of my own, But plead the sufferings of thy Son.
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