Thursday, March 31, 2005
But there’s a voice of princely grace
Sounds from God’s holy Word;
Ho! ye poor captive sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.
My soul obeys the sovereign call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord,
Oh, help my unbelief.
To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly,
To wash my soul from scarlet stains,
And sins of deepest dye.
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
Into thy hands I fall;
Thou art the Lord, my righteousness,
My Savior, my all.
-Isaac Watts, as quoted by J.I. Packer in Knowing God.
Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be;
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love–
Take my heart, oh, take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above!
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing