Classic Poem

Who shall to th' elect's charge ought lay,
Since God hath justified?
Who shall condemn by any way,
Since Christ the Surety died?

Who can adjudge their souls to hell,
Since he, who in their stead
Has suffer'd, seal'd their blood so well,
By rising from the dead?

Yea, now he lives and sits above,
Still interceding there.
What can divide us from his love,
Or tempt us to despair?

Shall persecution, or distress,
A separation make?
Shall famine, sword, or nakedness,
Love's bond asunder break?

Nay, lo! in all these things our Shield,
Our Lover goes before,
To make us ev'n upon the field
Both conquerors, and more.

I'm sure no death nor life of ours,
Nor angels troublesome;
Nor principalities, nor pow'rs,
Things present, nor to come;

Nor height, nor depth, nor any mode
Of creatures might beside,
Can separate our souls from God,
Nor from his love divide.

His love is fix'd on Jesus so
Where we have such a part
Not all that earth and hell can do
Shall pluck us from his heart.