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 crush'd 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 thro' all this vale of tears
In rich profusion flows,
And glory of unnumber'd years
Eternity bestows.
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.
Source: Christian's Duty, exhibited in a series of hymns: collected from various authors, designed for the worship of God, and for the edification of Christians, recommended to the serious..(4th ed. improved) #S86
First Line: | My God, what silken cords are Thine |
Title: | Christians Drawn with Cords of Love |
Author: | Philip Doddridge |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
My God, what silken cords are Thine. P. Doddridge. [Gratitude.] First published in Job Orton's posthumous edition of Doddridge's Hymns, &c, 1755, No. 152, in 5 stanzas of 4 lines, and entitled "Gratitude the Spring of true Religion;" and again in J. D. Humphreys ed. of the same, 1839, No. 171. It is in common use in its original form, and as "My God, what cords of love are Thine," in the London Hymn Book (enlarged) 1873, and others.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)