God, be merciful to me, a sinner. Luke 18:13
When [Hugo] Grotius was returning from Sweden in 1645, to spend his last days in Holland, his ship was wrecked on the coast of Pomerania. He made his way with difficulty to Rostock, where his strength gave way.
On his death-bed Quistorp visited him, and spoke of the publican on whom God had mercy as he prayed. Grotius replied,Ego ille sum publicans(I am that publican). A short time after the great scholar passed to his rest.
Telford, p. 211
Savior, Prince of Israel’s race,
See me from Thy lofty throne;
Give the sweet relenting grace,
Soften this obdurate stone!
Stone to flesh, O God, convert;
Cast a look, and break my heart!
By Thy Spirit, Lord, reprove,
All my inmost sins reveal,
Sins against Thy light and love
Let me see, and let me feel;
Sins that crucified my God,
Spilt again Thy precious blood.
Jesu, seek Thy wandering sheep,
Make me restless to return;
Bid me look on Thee, and weep,
Bitterly as Peter mourn,
Till I say, by grace restored,
Now Thou know’st I love Thee, Lord
Might I in Thy sight appear,
As the publican distressed,
Stand, not daring to draw near,
Smite on my unworthy breast,
Groan the sinner’s only plea,
God, be merciful to me!
O remember me for good,
Passing through the mortal vale!
Show me the atoning blood,
When my strength and spirit fail;
Give my gasping soul to see
Jesus crucified for me!