1 Indulgent God! to Thee I raise
My spirit fraught with joy and praise:
Grateful I bow before thy throne,
My debt of mercy there to own.
2 Rivers descending, Lord! from Thee
Perpetual glide to solace me:
Their varied virtues to rehearse,
Demands an everlasting verse.
3 And yet there is, beyond the rest,
One stream--the widest and the best--
Salvation! Lo, the purple flood
Rolls rich with my Redeemer's blood.
4 I taste--delight succeeds to wo;
I bathe--no waters cleanse me so:
Such joy and purity to share,
I would remain enraptur'd there.
5 Till death shall give this soul to know
The fulness sought in vain below;--
The fulness of that boundless sea
Whence flow'd the river down to me.
6 My soul--with such a scene in view--
Bids mortals joys a glad adieu;
Nor dreads a few chastising woes
Sent with such love--so soon to close.
|First Line:||Indulgent God! to Thee I raise|
|Topic:||Christian experience: The convert entertaining hope of pardon; and the happiness of the christian; Happy in the Salvation of God|