719    8.7.     J. Hart
Loved and Saved Freely. Rev. 1. 5, 6; Matt. 9. 12

1 Come, ye Christians, sing the praises
  Of your condescending God;
  Come and hymn the holy Jesus,
  Who has washed us in his blood.
  We are poor, and weak, and silly,
  And to every evil prone;
  Yet our Jesus loves us freely,
  And receives us for his own.

2 Though we’re mean in man’s opinion,
  He has made us priests and kings;
  Power, and glory, and dominion,
  To the Lamb the sinner sings.
  Leprous souls, unsound and filthy,
  Come before him as you are:
  ’Tis the sick man, not the healthy,
  Needs the good Physician’s care.

3 O beware of fondly thinking
  God accepts thee for thy tears;
  Are the shipwrecked saved by sinking?
  Can the ruined rise by fears?
  O beware of trust ill-grounded;
  ’Tis but fancied faith at most,
  To be cured, and not be wounded;
  To be saved before you’re lost.

4 No big words of ready talkers,
  No dry doctrine will suffice;
  Broken hearts, and humble walkers,
  These are dear in Jesus’ eyes.
  Tinkling sounds of disputation,
  Naked knowledge, all are vain;
  Every soul that gains salvation
  Must and shall be born again.