Brethren, those who come to bliss

Verse 1

Brethren, those who come to bliss Come through sore temptations; May we all, remembering this, Pray for faith and patience.

Verse 2

See the suffering church of Christ, Gathered from all quarters; All contained in that red list Were not murdered martyrs.

Verse 3

Th’ Holy Ghost will make the soul Feel its sad condition; For the sick, and not the whole, Need the good Physician.

Verse 4

Of that mighty multitude, Who of life were winners, This we safely may conclude, All were wretched sinners.

Verse 5

All were loathsome in God’s sight, Till the blood of Jesus Washed their robes, and made them white; Now they sing his praises.