Christ in Song#122
1 The Lord first empties whom he fills,
Casts down whom he would raise;
He quickens when the letter kills,
Exalting thus his praise.
When he applies his healing blood
Unto a sin-sick soul,
This balsam, pow'rful, precious, good,
Ne'er fails to make it whole.
2 On us he spent his life and blood,
Our losses to retrieve;
Mankind's redemption now holds good
For sinners who believe.
Lord, I believe! whate'er befall,
A thankful heart be mine,
A heart that answers to thy call,
One that is wholly thine.
|First Line:||The Lord first empties whom he fills|
|Topic:||Invitation and Repentance; Living His Life: Consecration|