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1 Though in the earthly church below
The wheat and tares together grow,
Jesus ere long will weed the crop,
And pluck the tares in anger up.
2 Will it relieve their horrors there,
To recollect their stations here?
How much they heard, how much they knew,
How long among the wheat they grew?
3 Oh! this will aggravate their case!
They perish under means of grace:
To them the word of life and faith
Became an instrument of death.
4 We seem alike when thus we meet,--
Strangers might think we all were wheat;
But to the Lord's all-searching eyes,
Each heart appears without disguise.
5 But tho' they grow so tall and strong,
His plan will not require them long;
In harvest when he saves his own,
The tares shall into hell be thrown.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #581
First Line: | Though in the earthly church below |
Author: | John Newton |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |