Text: | "But ye are come to Mount Zion" |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
1 Ye sons of God, be wise,
And learn your Father’s will;
By faith lift up your eyes
To yonder shining hill;
No smoke, no thunderbolts are there,
Nor wrath to sink you in despair.
2 [A pleasant mount indeed,
Where God unfolds his grace
To all the chosen seed,
And, with a smiling face,
Speaks peace to every troubled breast,
And bids the weary in him rest.]
3 To worship on this ground,
Is not a legal task;
A solid peace is found,
And faith has all it asks;
There Jesus sits with smiling face,
And rules and reigns the God of grace.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Ye sons of God, be wise |
Title: | "But ye are come to Mount Zion" |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
Meter: | 148th |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Salvation and Free Grace |