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The Book of Praise,
No stranger may proceed therein, No lover of the world and sin ; No lion, no devouring care, No ravenous tiger shall be there.
No : nothing may go up thereon But travelling souls ; and I am one: Wayfaring men, to Canaan bound, Shall only in the way be found.
Nor fools, by carnal men esteem'd, Shall err therein ; but they, redeem'd In Jesu's blood, shall show their right To travel there, till Heav'n's in sight.
This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd, because I found it not; My grief, my burden, long have been Because I could not cease from sin.
The more I strove against its power, I sinn'd and stumbled but the more; Till late I heard my Saviour say, " Come hither, soul! for I'm the Way ! "
Lo ! glad I come ; and Thou, dear Lamb, Shalt take me to Thee, as I am: Nothing but sin I Thee can give; Yet help me, and Thy praise I'll live !
I'll tell to all poor sinners round What a dear Saviour I have found; I'll point to Thy Redeeming blood. And say, " Behold the Way to God !"
John Ccnnick. 1743. |
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