FORGIVE my foes? it cannot be:
By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s. Luke vi. 37.
      1 FORGIVE my foes? it cannot be:
      My foes with cordial love embrace?
      Fast bound in sin and misery,
      Unsaved, unchanged by hallowing grace,
      Throughout my fallen soul I feel
      With man this is impossible.

      2 Great Searcher of the mazy heart,
      A thought from thee I would not hide;
      I cannot draw the envenomed dart,
      Or quench this hell of wrath and pride:
      Jesus, till I thy Spirit receive,
      Thou know'st, I never can forgive.

      3 Root out the wrath thou dost restrain;
      And when I have my Saviour's mind,
      I cannot render pain for pain,
      I cannot speak a word unkind,
      An angry thought I cannot know,
      Or count mine injurer my foe.