The Lord Jesus Christ, who is our Hope

Verse 1

When I behold my bleeding God, Each mountain seems a plain; But if I e'er forget his blood, The mountains rise again.

Verse 2

What means my inbred sense, so rude, To war against my peace? Or why should reason bold intrude Upon a Saviour's grace?

Verse 3

What tho' my senses loudly say, I have nor faith, nor love; Nor am I in the living way That leads to realms above.

Verse 4

What if still to increase my grief, It summons lust and pride, Hardness of heart, and unbelief, And all my ills beside:

Verse 5

And, from the whole, would witness this, Thou art devoid of grace; How canst thou hope, in worlds of bliss, To see the Saviour's face?

Verse 6

To this, the witness of my Lord, Greater than all in me, Replies in his unerring word, The Saviour's grace is free.