The Garner of God

Verse 1

Come, thou omniscient Son of man, Display thy sifting power; Come, with thy Spirit's winn'wing fan, And thoroughly purge thy floor.

Verse 2

The chaff of sin, th' accursed thing, Far from our souls be driven; The wheat into thy garner bring, And lay us up for heaven.

Verse 3

Whate'er offends thy glorious eyes, Far from our hearts remove; As dust before the whirlwind flies, Disperse it by thy love.

Verse 4

Then let us all thy fullness know, From every sin set free; Saved to the utmost, saved below, And perfected in thee.