9 But let us plead for sin no more, But let the stumbling-block depart, Thine, only Thine, be all our heart. 10 Lord, we renounce whoe'er oppose Nor let Thy two-edged sword devour. The God of all-victorious grace. 12 To him that conquers in Thy might 13 Thou, Lord, wilt give him a white stone, To none but the receiver known, CHRIST IN A PURE AND SINLESS HEART. UNTO THE ANGEL OF THE CHURCH IN THYATIRA. VERSES 18, 19, &c. I O SON OF GOD, whose flaming eyes A sin-consuming virtue dart, To scatter all Thy foes arise, And search, and purify our heart. Unto the Angel of the Church in Thyatira. 351 2 Lift up Thy feet of burnish'd brass, Satan, the world, and sin tread down; And call us yet again Thine own. 3 The service which our fathers paid, 4 The prophets of smooth things we hear, Entrap Thy servants in their snare, 5 They teach them things unclean to eat, To fold their arms and take their ease, Spiritual whoredom to commit, Mammon and God at once to please. 6 Darkness they make with light agree, And heaven with hell, and Christ with sin; They say the God of purity Dwells in a cage of birds unclean. 7 Great Searcher of the heart and reins, 8 Avert from us the heavy doom 9 On us no other burden lay, On us, and all who have not known But still for full redemption groan. 10 Our knees confirm, our hands lift up, Our hearts from things of earth remove, And guide into a patient hope And looking for Thy perfect love. 11 Let us hold fast the pledge of good, The grace Thou hast already given, Till all our hearts are Thine abode, And find in Thee their present heaven. 12 O let us conquer all our foes, 13 Power over hell, and earth, and sin, 14 Power to o'erturn, subdue, control The wisdom, and the power of God;) 15 Power over sins, to hew, and slay Them all with a continued stroke, And scatter as the potter's clay, As vessels into shivers broke. Unto the Angel of the Church in Sardis. 353 16 Power to maintain his victory, The perfect life of faith to live; 17 Wilt give him the bright Morning Star : The Morning Star, O Christ, Thou art; UNTO THE ANGEL OF THE CHURCH IN SARDIS. Chapter iii. 1, 2, &c. I O THOU whose eyes run to and fro 2 Thou hast the spirits, seven and one, Thou hast the stars in Thy right hand, Thee for our Lord we falsely claim, 4 A powerless form, a lifeless sound, Wanting, alas! they all are found, 5 O that we now might turn again, And cherish the last spark of grace, 6 Surely we did Thy faith receive, We heard with joy the gospel word: And watch to apprehend our Lord; 7 Stir ourselves up, renounce our ease, Before Thy sudden judgments come; And watch, and pray, and never cease, Till Thou repeal our threatening doom. 8 A few Thou still hast left, who stand And depecrate the' impending blow, Protectors of a guilty land, And guardian angels here below. 9 They, by Thy mercy reconciled, 10 Before they see the realms of light, Deserving here through Thy desert, II Partakers of the life Divine, Who in the fight of faith o'ercome, Made ready for their heavenly home. |