Heb. iv. 14
To heart and soul
how sweet Thou art,
O
great High Priest of God!
My heart brought
nigh to God's own heart
By
Thy most precious blood.
No more my
countless sins shall rise
To
fill me with dismay--
That precious blood
before His eyes
Hath
put them all away.
My soul draws near
with trust secure,
With
boldness glad and free;
What matters it
that I am poor,
For
I am rich in Thee.
Forgotten every
stain and spot,
Their
memory past and gone,
For me, O God, Thou
seest not,
Thou
lookest on Thy Son.
Is all a dream?
Thou canst not lie,
Thy
Spirit and Thy Blood
Proclaim to sinners
such as I
The
boundless love of God.
They tell Thy love,
so deep, so free,
They
tell the Father's heart--
Not what I am, or I
must be,
They
tell me what Thou art.
Come, weary
sinners, great and small,
The
open door stands wide,
Thy blessed heart
that welcomes all,
O
Lamb of God, who died.
G. T. S.
