1 O Precious word the Saviour spake,
To his Disciples dear;
Tho' you my friends, I must forsake,
You need not doubt nor fear.
2 To my bless'd father I ascend,
And leave you here below;
I will remain your greatest fiend,
And you shall find it true.
3 For that ye now lament and grieve,
It answers for your good;
The Holy Ghost shall you receive,
The comforter from God.
4 Your souls shall be with grace endow'd:
Your hearts abound with joy,
Your fears shall vanish like a cloud!
That with the winds do fly.
5 Ye shall reprove the world of sin,
The sin of unbelief;
Which evermore the cause has been,
That men find no relief.
6 By faith in Jesus man is sav'd!
Restor'd to God again;
But unbelief keeps man enslav'd,
And rivets Satan's chain.
7 My innocence and righteousness,
Ye shall sufficient prove:
When ye shall make the world confess
That I do reign above.
8 The Prince of Darkness is condemn'd,
With all his art and pow'r;
And man is greatly to be blam'd
To serve him any more.
|First Line:||O Precious word the Saviour spake|
|Topic:||Fourth Sunday after Easter|