1090    L.M.     J. Kent
“Turn you to the strong hold.” Zech. 9. 12

1 Prisoners of hope, to Jesus turn;
  He’s a Strong-hold, ordained for you;
  Gird up your loins, and cease to mourn,
  And to the Lamb your way pursue.

2 Though fast in Sinai’s fetters bound,
  Held in the deepest bondage there,
  Yet ’tis the gospel’s joyful sound:
  “Sinners, to this Strong-hold repair.”

3 Turn hither, ye who once were blessed
  With life the ways of God to run;
  But now whose hearts are sore distressed,
  Because those golden hours are gone.

4 Turn hither, ye who oft have tried,
  By works, salvation to obtain;
  See royal robes your shame to hide,
  And blood that takes out every stain.

5 His name a tower for strength renowned,
  Shall save his people from their sin;
  Free grace shall o’er their sins abound;
  Ye fearing, doubting souls, turn in.