| Text: | Spirit of Adoption |
| Author: | Berridge |
1 Well, canst thou read thy heart,
And feel the plague of sin?
Does Sinai’s thunder make thee start,
And conscience roar within?
2 Expect to find no balm
On nature’s barren ground;
All human medicines will do harm;
They only skin the wound.
3 To Jesus Christ repair,
And knock at mercy’s gate;
His blood alone can wash thee fair,
And make thy conscience sweet.
4 In season due he seals
A pardon on the breast;
The wounds of sin his Spirit heals,
And brings the gospel-rest.
5 [So comes the peace of God,
Which cheers the conscience well;
And love shed in the heart abroad,
More sweet than we can tell.]
6 Adopted sons perceive
Their kindred to the sky;
The Father’s pardoning love receive,
And “Abba, Father,” cry.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Well, canst thou read thy heart |
| Title: | Spirit of Adoption |
| Author: | Berridge |
| Meter: | S. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1844 |
| Topic: | Adoption |