Before the cock crew twice-- dread hour of trial-- the Apostle uttered thrice his dark denial. And then the Savior turned, on Peter gazing-- a look divine, that yearned with love amazing. Swiftly to Peter's face the shame came leaping; he had denied such grace, and went out weeping. Lord Jesus, look on me, your kind face turning; my soul with agony of sin is burning. The way is long, I find my weak steps failing: O turn, to my dark mind your grace recalling. Oft, oft with weeping eyes I gaze to heaven; then, at your look, arise restored, forgiven.