Text: | Our Only Comfort |
Author: | John Newton |
1 Substantial comfort will not grow
In nature's barren soul;
All we can boast till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toil.
2 But where the Lord has planted grace,
And made his glories known;
There fruits of heav'nly joy and peace
Are found, and there alone.
3 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,
A sense of pard'ning love;
a hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like those above.
4 To take a glimpse within the vail,
To know that God is mine;
Are springs of joy that never fail,
Unspeakable! divine!
5 These are the joys which satisfy,
And sanctify the mind;
Which makes the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.
6 No more, believers, mourn your lot,
But if you are the Lord's;
Resign to them that know him not,
Such joys as earth affords.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Substantial comfort will not grow |
Title: | Our Only Comfort |
Author: | John Newton |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Heidelberg Catechism: Lord's Day 1 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |