1 Zaccheus climb'd the tree,
And thought himself unknown:
But how surpriz'd was he,
When Jesus call'd him down:
The Lord beheld him tho' conceal'd,
And by a word his pow'r reveal'd.
2 Wonder and joy at once
Were painted in his face;
"Does he my name pronounce,
And does he know my case?
Will Jesus deign with me to dine?
Lord, I, with all I have is thine.
3 Thus, where the gospel's preach'd,
And sinners come to hear:
The hearts of some are reach'd,
Before they are aware:
The word directly speaks to them,
And Jesus points them out by name.
4 'Tis curiosity
Oft brings them in the way;
Only the man to see,
And hear what he can say;
But how the sinner starts to find,
The preacher knows his inmost mind.
5 His long forgotten faults
Are brought again to view;
And all his secret faults
Expos'd in public too,
Though compass'd with a croud about,
The searching word has found him out.
6 While thus distressing pain,
And sorrow fills the heart;
He hears a voice again,
That bids his fears depart:
Then like Zaccheus he is blest,
And Jesus deigns to be his guest.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Zaccheus climb'd the tree |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1801 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |