Early Piety

Verse 1

How soft the words my Saviour speaks, How kind the promises he makes! A bruisèd reed he never breaks, Nor will he quench the smoking flax.

Verse 2

The humble poor he’ll not despise, Nor on the contrite sinner frown; His ear is open to their cries, And quickly sends salvation down.

Verse 3

He sees the struggles that prevail Between the powers of grace and sin, He kindly listens while they tell The bitter pangs they feel within.

Verse 4

Though pressed with fears on every side, They know not how the strife may end; Yet he will soon the cause decide, And judgment unto victory send.