Text: | The Beggar |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
1 A limping beggar, clothed in rags;
Disgraceful and forlorn;
In self a mass of hateful dregs,
In Satan’s image born;
2 To Jesus comes, with all his woes,
And loud for mercy cries;
And mercy, like a river, flows
From Jesus’ heart and eyes.
3 He takes the rebel to his breast,
And, with a touch divine,
Heals him of all his wretchedness,
And makes his face to shine.
4 Himself he binds by oath and blood,
To take the wretch to bliss;
Then gives his soul a glimpse of God,
And kills him with a kiss.
5 Salvation unto God belongs!
Amen! we’ll bless his name;
And when we have immortal tongues,
We’ll still repeat the same.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | A limping beggar, clothed in rags |
Title: | The Beggar |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Salvation and Free Grace |