Text: | The Beggar's Needs all in Christ |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
1 A beggar, vile and base, I come,
Without a friend, without a home,
And knock at mercy’s door;
A friendless, helpless wretch indeed,
Nor have I one good work to plead,
Yet crave a living store.
2 My wants are great and many too;
O Lamb of God, some pity show,
Or I must surely die;
No other hand can help but thee;
I’ve tried the rest, and plainly see
They cannot me supply.
3 But though my wants are very great,
In Jesus they most richly meet;
With him I’ve all the rest;
And wilt thou give thyself to me?
From sin and Satan set me free?
Then I’m completely blest.
4 Source of delight! Fountain of bliss!
In thee I all things do possess;
My treasure is divine;
With holy wonder I adore
The God who thus does bless the poor,
And make their faces shine.
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First Line: | A beggar, vile and base, I come |
Title: | The Beggar's Needs all in Christ |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
Meter: | 8.8.6. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Salvation and Free Grace |