1 My Savioyr God, my Sov'reign Prince,
Reigns far above the skies!
But brings his graces down to sense,
And helps my faith to rise.
2 My eyes and ears shall bless his name,
They read and hear his word:
My touch and taste shall do the same,
When they receive the Lord.
3 Baptismal water is design'd
To seal his cleansing grace,
While at his feast of bread and wine
He gives his saints a place.
4 But not the waters of a flood
Can make my flesh so clean,
As by his Spirit and his blood
He'll wash my soul from sin.
5 Not choicest meats or noblest wines
So much my heart refresh,
As when my faith goes thro' the signs,
And feeds upon his flesh.
6 I love the Lord, who stoops so low
To give his word a seal:
But the rich grace his hands bestow
Exceeds the figures still.
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First Line: | My Saviour God, my sovereign Prince |
Title: | Faith affected by sense: or, preaching, baptism, and the Lord's supper |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |