Text: | Man's Righteousness |
Author: | Hart |
1 Man, bewail thy situation;
Hell-born sin,
once crept in,
Mars God’s fair creation.
2 Vaunt thy native strength no longer;
Vain’s the boast;
all is lost;
Sin and death are stronger.
3 Enemies to God and goodness,
Great and small,
since the fall,
Sink in lust and lewdness.
4 If to this thou art a stranger,
While thou liest
out of Christ,
Greater is thy danger.
5 [Trust not to thy smooth behaviour;
All’s deceit;
and the cheat
Keeps thee from the Saviour.]
6 Oft we’re best when dangers fright us,
Jesus came
to reclaim
Sinners, not the righteous.
7 Sick men feel their bad condition;
But the soul
that is whole
Slights the good Physician.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Man, bewail thy situation |
Title: | Man's Righteousness |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | 8.3. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |