1 That day when Christ was crucified,
The mighty God, Jehovah, died
An ignominious death.
He that would keep this solemn day,
And true disciples safely may,
Must keep it firm in faith.
2 For, though the mournful tragedy
May call up tears in every eye,
Yet, brethren, rest not here.
Would you condole your dying Friend?
Let each into his soul descend,
And find his Saviour there.
3 This only can our hearts assure,
And make our outward worship pure
In God’s all-searching sight.
When all we do with love is mixed,
And steadfast faith on Jesus fixed,
My brethren, then we’re right.
Hart, Joseph, was born in London in 1712. His early life is involved in obscurity. His education was fairly good; and from the testimony of his brother-in-law, and successor in the ministry in Jewin Street, the Rev. John Hughes, "his civil calling was" for some time "that of a teacher of the learned languages." His early life, according to his own Experience which he prefaced to his Hymns, was a curious mixture of loose conduct, serious conviction of sin, and endeavours after amendment of life, and not until Whitsuntide, 1757, did he realize a permanent change, which was brought about mainly through his attending divine service at the Moravian Chapel, in Fetter Lane, London, and hearing a sermon on Rev. iii. 10. During the next two years ma… Go to person page >
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