1 When converts first begin to sing
Their happy souls are on the wing;
Their theme is all redeeming love,
Fain would they be with Christ above.
2 With admiration they behold
The love of Christ that can't be told,
They view themselves upon the shore,
And think the battle all is o'er.
3 They feel themselves quite free from pain,
And think their enemies are slain;
They make no doubt but all is well,
And Satan is cast down to hell.
4 They wonder why old saints don't sing,
And make the heavenly arches ring,
Ring with melodious joyful sound,
Because a prodigal is found.
5 But 'tis not long before they feel
Their feeble souls begin to reel,
They think their former hopes are vain,
For they are bound in Satan's chain.
6 The morning that did shine so bright,
Is turned to the shades of night;
Their hearts that did with music sing,
Are now untuned in ev'ry string.
7 O! foolish child, why didst thou boast
In the enlargement of thy coast?
Why dost thou think to fly away,
Before thou leav'st this feeble clay?
8 Come take up arms and face the field,
Come gird on harness, sword and shield,
Stand fast in faith, fight for your king,
And soon the victory you shall win.
9 When Satan comes to tempt your minds,
Then meet him with these blessed lines:
For Christ our Lord has swept the field,
And we're determined not to yield.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799