Text: | The Gospel of Christ |
Author: | Beddome |
1 God, in the gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal councils known;
'Tis here his richest mercy shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
2 Here sinners of an humble frame
May taste his grace, and learn his name;
'Tis writ in characters of blood
Severely just, immensely good.
3 Here Jesus, in ten thousand ways,
His soul-attracting charms displays
Recounts his poverty and pains,
And tells his love in melting strains.
4 Wisdom its dictates here imparts,
To form our minds, to cheer our hearts;
Its influence makes the sinner live,
It bids the drooping saint revive.
5 Our raging passion it controls,
And comfort yields to contrite souls;
It brings a better world in view,
And guides us all our journey thro'.
6 May this blest volume ever lie
Close to my heart, and near my eye,
'Till life's last hour my soul engage,
And be my chosen heritage!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | God, in the gospel of his Son |
Title: | The Gospel of Christ |
Author: | Beddome |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | Scripture: The Gospel; Gospel |
Notes: | Public Domain. |