Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#335

335. Where shall the tribes of Adam find

1 Where shall the tribes of Adam find
The sovereign good to fill the mind?
Ye sons of moral wisdom, show
The spring whence living waters flow.

2 Say, will the stoic's flinty heart
Melt, and this cordial juice impart?
Could Plato find these blissful streams,
Amongst his raptures and his dreams?

3 In vain I ask--for nature's power
Extends but to this mortal hour:
'Twas but a poor relief she gave
Against the terrors of the grave.

4 Jesus, our kinsman, and our God,
Array'd in majesty and blood,
Thou art our life! our souls in thee
Possess a full felicity!

5 All our immortal hopes are laid,
In thee our surety and our head;
Thy cross, thy cradle, and thy throne,
Are big with glories yet unknown.

6 Here let my soul for ever lie,
Beneath the blessings of thine eye;
'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above,
To see thy face, to taste thy love.

Text Information

• First Line: Where shall the tribes of Adam find
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Christ the Eternal Life; Salvation through Jesus Christ: Addresses to Christ and gratitude for redeeming love

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