Classic Poem

HYMN XLI.

The sun of righteousness has shin'd,
And God's new cov'nant has reveal'd;
Christ's hand the sacred bond has sign'd,
His blood the sacred bond has seal'd.

His numerous promises assure
Salvation on his father's part:
Salvation can't but be secure,
When purchas'd with his bleeding heart.

The kind testator freely dies,
To ratify this testament:
The sacred dove from glory flies,
To gain the sinners free consent.

The table of the Lord displays
The dear memorials of his love:
The church below applauds his grace,
In concert with the church above.

Lord, when we gave ourselves to thee,
Drawn by the charming bands of love,
We vow'd for ever thine to be,
And by thy grace will constant prove.

Thee we have always gracious found,
Thy promises are firm and true:
The tyes wherewith our souls are bound,
We now most solemnly renew.

Command, and we'll obey thy call;
We'll take our cross, and follow thee
To prison, to the judgment-hall,
Without the gate to Calvary .

Since thou art ours, may we retain
Thy sacred image which we bear:
Since we are thine, may we remain
Ever devoted to thy fear.

Ourselves to thee, Lord, we resign,
All we possess to thee belongs;
Thou hast our vows, our hearts are thine,
And thou shalt ever have our songs.