CCLIX. The believer Christ's property

1 And is it yet dear Lord, a doubt,
If in my breast thou righ'st alone
O find the lurking rival out
And drag the traitor from the throne.

2 Would earth's delusive trifling charms
Assume a pow'r above thy name?
Stab each usurper in my arms,
And vindicate thy rightful claim.

3 By purchase, duty, ev'ry tie,
Yea choice itself, Lord, Ia m thine;
Maintain ty right, or let me die,
Ere from thy love my soul decline.

4 In my unsteady heart wou'd rove
IAnd well thou know'st its treach'rous frame,)
If ought below, or ought above,
Wou'd share or quenceh the sacred flame;

5 Chase the curs'd object from my soul,
Thence, thence the twining mischief tear;
Reign thou the sovereign of the whole
Be LORD of ev'ry motion there.

Text Information
First Line: And is it yet, dear Lord, a doubt
Title: The believer Christ's property
Meter: Long Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
Topic: Family Worship
Source: The Coll.
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