1 My God, what silken cords are thine!
How soft, and yet how strong!
While power, and truth, and love combine
To draw our souls along.
2 Thou saw'st us crushed beneath the yoke
Of satan and of sin:
Thy hand the iron bondage broke,
Our worthless hearts to win.
3 The guilt of twice ten thousand sins
One moment takes away;
And grace, when first the war begins,
Secures the crowning day.
4 Comfort through all this vale of tears
In rich profusion flows,
And glory of unnumbered years
5 Drawn by such cords we onward move,
"Till round thy throne we meet;
And captives in the chains of love,
Embrace our Conqueror's feet.
A Selection of Hymns, from Various Authors, Supplementary for the use of Christians. 1st Ed., 1816