1 A Form of Words, tho' e'er so sound,
Can never save a Soul;
The Holy Ghost must give the Wound,
And make the wounded whole.
2 Tho' God's Election is a Truth,
Small Comfort there I see,
Till I am told by God's own Mouth
That he has chosen ME.
3 Sinners,I read, are justify'd
By Faith in JESU's Blood:
But when to ME that Blood's apply'd,
'Tis then it does me good.
4 To Perseverance I agree,
The Thing to me is clear,
Because the Lord has promis'd me
That I shall persevere.
6 Imputed Righteousness I own
A Doctrine most divine;
For Jesus to my Heart makes known
That all his Merit's mine.
6 That Christ is God I can avouch;
And for his People cares,
Since I have pray'd to him as such,
And he has heard my Pray'rs.
7 That Sinners black as Hell, by Christ
Are sav'd, I know full well:
For I his Mercy have not miss'd;
And I am black as Hell.
8 Thus Christians glorify the Lord,
His Spirit joins with ours,
In bearing Witness to his Word,
With all it's saving Pow'rs.
Source: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns: collected from various authors, designed for the worship of God, and for the edification of Christians (1st Ed.) #I