Text: | Backsliders |
Author: | Hart |
1 Deserters, to the camp return,
Resume your wonted post;
Bewail your crimes, your baseness mourn;
For yet ye are not lost.
2 Yours is a sad a dangerous case;
Be humble, and repent;
Mercy you'll find, though e'er so base,
The moment you relent.
3 Sinners are saved by Jesu's blood,
How vile soe'er thy be;
Eternal life's the gift of God;
And gifts are always free.
4 'Tis not by works of righteousness
Which any man has done;
But God has sent his Son to bless;
Return and kiss the Son.
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First Line: | Deserters, to the camp return |
Title: | Backsliders |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |