Behold how sinners disagree
The publican and Pharisee!
One doth his righteousness proclaim
The other owns his guilt and shame.
The humble man at distance stands
And cries for grace with lifted hands;
The other
boldly near the throne
Boasts of the duties he has done.
The Lord their different language knows
And different answers He bestows;
The humble soul with grace He crowns
Whilst on the proud His anger frowns.
Dear Father! let me never be
Joined with the boasting Pharisee;
I have no merits of my on
But plead the sufferings of Thy Son.
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