When Peter Boasted, Soon He Fell

When Peter boast­ed

soon he fell

Yet was by grace re­stored;

His case should be re­gard­ed well

By all who fear the Lord.

A voice it has

and help­ing hand

Backsliders to re­call;

And cau­tions those who think they stand

Lest sud­den­ly they fall.

He said

What­ev­er oth­ers do

With Je­sus I’ll abide;

Yet soon amidst a mur­der­ous crew

His suf­fer­ing Lord de­nied.

He who had been so bold be­fore

Now trem­bled like a leaf;

Not on­ly lied

but cursed and swore

To gain the more be­lief.

While he blas­phemed he heard the cock

And Je­sus looked in love;

At once

as if by light­ning struck

His tongue for­bore to move.

Delivered thus from Sa­tan’s snare

He starts

as from a sleep;

His Sav­ior’s look he could not bear

But hast­ed forth to weep.

But sure the faith­ful cock had crowed

A hun­dred times in vain;

Had not the Lord that look be­stowed

The mean­ing to ex­plain.

As I

like Peter

vows have made

Yet act­ed Pe­ter’s part;

So con­science

like the cock

up­braids

My base

un­grate­ful heart.

Lord Je­sus

hear a sin­ner’s cry

My brok­en peace re­new;

And grant one pi­ty­ing look

that I

May weep with Pe­ter too.