Text: | Cleaving to Christ |
Author: | Hart |
1 Brethren, let us praise the Lord,
Exalt his blessed name;
Let us hear and keep his word;
His glory be our aim.
Let us resolutely strive
To work God's work with full intent;
And what is it? To believe
On him whom he hath sent.
2 Faith, implanted from above,
Will prove a fertile root,
Whence will spring a tree of love,
Producing precious fruit.
Though bleak winds the boughs deface,
The rooted stock shall still remain;
Leaves may languish, fruit decrease,
But more shall grow again.
3 Happy souls! who cleave to Christ
By pure and living faith,
Finding him their King and Priest,
Their God and guide till death.
God’s own foe may plague his sons;
Sin may distress, but not subdue;
Christ, who conquered for us once,
Will in us conquer too.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Brethren, let us praise the Lord |
Title: | Cleaving to Christ |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | 7.6.8. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |