Text: | Christ All in All |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
1 Truly that poor soul is just,
Who, by faith, in Christ can trust;
In him live, upon him rest,
As the Lord his Righteousness.
2 Sins as foul as hell he’ll find
Rising up against his mind;
Nor will Satan spare to say,
He has quite mistook the way.
3 Yet, through all the scenes of time,
Jesus as his Way shall shine,
Brighter than the blaze of day,
Suited to him as his Way.
4 When he feels his dreadful woes,
And the craft of Satan knows,
Faith shall trace in Christ, his Head,
All his helpless soul can need.
5 So his path shall brighter shine,
Faith increase, and fears decline;
He from faith to faith shall go,
Till he nought but Christ shall know.
6 And when he resigns his breath,
To the icy hand of death,
In the Lord, his Living Way,
He shall fly to endless day.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Truly that poor soul is just |
Title: | Christ All in All |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
Meter: | 7s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Offices and Characters of Christ |