1 When I behold my bleeding God,
Each mountain seems a plain;
But if I e'er forget his blood,
The mountains rise again.
2 What means my inbred sense, so rude,
To war against my peace?
Or why should reason bold intrude
Upon a Saviour's grace?
3 What tho' my senses loudly say,
I have nor faith, nor love;
Nor am I in the living way
That leads to realms above.
4 What if still to increase my grief,
It summons lust and pride,
Hardness of heart, and unbelief,
And all my ills beside:
5 And, from the whole, would witness this,
Thou art devoid of grace;
How canst thou hope, in worlds of bliss,
To see the Saviour's face?
6 To this, the witness of my Lord,
Greater than all in me,
Replies in his unerring word,
The Saviour's grace is free.
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First Line: | When I behold my bleeding God |
Title: | The Lord Jesus Christ, who is our Hope |
Author: | James Relly |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; |
Topic: | The Hope, that maketh not Ashamed: a Hope full of Immortality |