Text: | "Believe only" |
Author: | Hart |
1 Zeal extinguished to a spark;
Life is very, very low;
All my evidences dark,
And good works I’ve none to show.
Prayer, too, seems a load;
Ordinances tease or tire;
I can feel no love to God;
Hardly have a good desire.
2 Though thy fainting spirits droop,
Yet thy God is with thee still.
To believe in hope ’gainst hope,
And against thee all things feel;
Only to believe,
’Midst thy coldness, doubts, and death,
Canst thou not, poor soul, perceive
This is now thy work of faith?
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Zeal extinguish'd to a sprak |
Title: | "Believe only" |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |