690    8.8.6.     John Berridge
“A remnant shall be saved.” Rom. 9. 27; 11. 4, 5

1 On wings of love the Saviour flies,
  And freely left his native skies,
  To take a human birth;
  The wise and righteous men go near,
  His wonders see, his sermons hear,
  And think him nothing worth.

2 A remnant small of humble souls
  His grace mysteriously controls
  By sweet alluring call;
  They hear it, and his person view,
  They learn to love and follow too,
  And take him for their all.

3 One of this remnant I would be,
  A soul devoted unto thee,
  Allurèd by thy voice;
  No more on gaudy idols gaze,
  No longer tinsel grandeur praise,
  But fix on thee my choice.

4 Thou knowest well my secret smart,
  And readest all my aching heart,
  And hearest every sigh;
  Can any creature give me rest,
  Or any blessing make me blest,
  Unless my Lord is nigh?

5 While walking on the gospel-way,
  I would see Jesus every day,
  And see in all his grace;
  See him my Prophet, Priest, and King;
  See him by faith, and praises sing;
  Then see him face to face.