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AFTER A SERMON.
Where peace, where love, where joy abound,
From whence those streamlets flow.
From whence those streamlets flow.
To analyze with science, skill,
With such a holy art,
To bend, to break the stubborn will,
Then healing balm impart;
And genius' sacred lore combine
With gifts to sanctify divine
The unregenerate heart.
With such a holy art,
To bend, to break the stubborn will,
Then healing balm impart;
And genius' sacred lore combine
With gifts to sanctify divine
The unregenerate heart.
This, this a glorious work indeed;
Then wherefore longer wait,
Repeating psalter, psalm, or creed,
Before Jehovah's gate?
But once to die, with fear I own,
With trembling, Father, now atone
For sins too heavy, great.
Then wherefore longer wait,
Repeating psalter, psalm, or creed,
Before Jehovah's gate?
But once to die, with fear I own,
With trembling, Father, now atone
For sins too heavy, great.
Resist, ah never, such appeal
Presented with such care,
With pathos and with fervor, zeal,
Those Bible truths so rare;
A sermon perfect, part and whole,
To search the heart, to reach the soul,
Its seeds must flourish there.
Presented with such care,
With pathos and with fervor, zeal,
Those Bible truths so rare;
A sermon perfect, part and whole,
To search the heart, to reach the soul,
Its seeds must flourish there.
