My soul when awakened be
At the call of Your love,
Quickening mistaken for rebirth,
I, to the pulpit as to altar led,
And there declared a child of God.
How could You, oh dear Lord,
Ever the able One have been
The earth to free from sin and death,
If in the likeness of Your death
This carcass me been rebirth.
Of Judas the saint they would tell,
Who for a token his Master sold;
Of the sorcerer who believed
With bitterness in his heart,
And of Gehazi, son of a prophet,
Who after goodies of a stranger lusted.
Then, of the roadside seeds I think;
I think of seeds on the rocky ground;
Of seeds amidst the thorns I think;
And of those on the good soil.
But ever Your Word my cries be:
Once born of God, ever from sin free!
Pardon! If this a mortal sin be,
Let me but Thomas be, till
In my palms the print of nails,
In my side the scar of spear,
I see, I touch, and I handle;
Then of a truth will I know
With my Lord on the cross I died.
To Your grace my soul appeal,
(My Cornelius so devout,
With soul within so unborn!)
Lead me to the altar divine,
Where servants dare not eat
The sacred provisions of Heaven.
Oh, to the throne of true holiness,
From where eternity’s view is clear!
There will I the peace within know,
While on the foundation sure standing,
Bearing the cross, by Your strength,
Homeward with much patience,
And me by Your mouth declare:
A citizen of the city of God!
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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