What should I do in this sad world 53 Lord, if I live throughout this year, And deign to smile upon my soul, Christ the Christian's Bank. 1 SINCE Jesus is mine, what can I want more? Sometimes I'm alarm'd when the post seems to tarry, I then think my letter must surely miscarry. 3 I post off my letters again and again; Sometimes I wait long, and no answer obtain ; I tremble and fear lest my bills are rejected; Sometimes I send such as were never accepted. 4 Sometimes I send others of such long date; Sometimes I'm so lazy I send them too late; Sometimes I'm quite destitute, wretched, and poor; Sometimes I feel backward to draw any more. 5. But sometimes the post, unexpected, will bring A note from my banker: ah! then I can sing; And while I've these bank notes to look on and tell, I can trust to my banker and do very well. 6 But when all is spent, such a poor fool am I, I fear then to draw, lest my Bank should deny; Because of myself I'm so wretchedly poor, I fear such a beggar he'll turn from his door.. 7 But this is debasing my Banker and Friend, Whose goodness, and riches, and love, never end: O could I but draw for ten thousand times more, 'Tis a shame that the son of a King should be poor. 8 I can't draw a bill that's too large in amount, Since Christ and his riches stand in my account; "Tis writ in the book, with my Father's engage That the whole shall be mine, soon as I come of age. 9 I'll draw, then, again, for my Banker will pay; He never will turn a poor beggar away; For tho' he was rich, yet for me he became poor; His riches are mine, and I'll still draw for more. 10 I need not fear I shall draw my Bank dry, Nor entertain fears that my Bank will deny, Unless I send bills which I own to my shame, Indeed I've sent many, without any name. 11 All such will come back, and indeed that's no wonder, Yet my poor stupid soul often makes such a blunder; I rest on some good deeds, and make them my bank; If I draw for ten thousand, it is all a blank. 12 But when all is gone, and I'm wretchedly poor, I run with my bills, and I knock at the door, I hand in my cheque, which is written with blood, I then get my cash, and the smiles of my God. 13 Ah! this is the Banker that ne'er did refuse! And yet how his goodness I often abuse: There's enough in his hands all my wants to supply; He bids me draw freely, and he'll not deny. 14 Then why, O my soul, should you sink in despair? Since Jesus has riches enough and to spare; I'll draw on my Bank for a much larger sum; No eye ever saw, and no ear ever heard, What God, my dear Banker, for me has prepar❜d. 1 Jesus All and in All. 1 WHATEVER man may think or say, Tho' some may preach and others pray, To heaven there is no other way 2 For if the word of God be true, ...There are but very, very few, That seek salvation with a view Than Jesus. To Jesus. 3 There's thousands seek that never find: How can the man that's deaf and blind Seek that for which he has no mind? That's Jesus. 4 A man may seek a thousand ways, 5 Who is the man that seeks aright? To Jesus. The man that keeps the cross in sight, His Jesus. 6 And when he seems to lose his way, . He would, but ah! he cannot pray To him who did the law obey, That's Jesus. 7 No man did ever yet obtain, That's Jesus. 8 In him he finds a constant friend, Whose care and goodness never end; Ah! this is he I'd recommend, 'Tis Jesus. 9 Go, seek him on mount Calv'ry's tree; "Twas Jesus. 10 Who was it paid the dreadful score? 1 Who saves the ruin'd and the poor? That Moses might condemn no more: 'Tis Jesus. 11 'Twas God Jehovah laid the scheme; But who was mighty to redeem ? However strange to man it seem, 'Twas Jesus. 12 Who was it lay in Mary's womb?The same that laid in Joseph's tomb, And rose to bring his ransom'd home; "Twas Jesus. 13 Who was it made the world on high? Who was it form'd the starry sky? Who did ordain for man to die? 'Twas Jesus. 14 And this was God Jehovah's plan, Who saw the state of fallen man, That none could save them but the Lamb, Ev'n Jesus. 15 Who is it makes the dead to live? Who is't can pardon and forgive? Who is it makes a man believe? 'Tis Jesus. 16 Who is it melts the frozen heart? Who is it sends conviction's dart? Who is it took the sinner's part? 'Tis Jesus. 17 Who is it heals the wounded mind? Who can to wretched man be kind? Why all must own that are not blind, "Tis Jesus. 18 Who was it paid thy mighty score, 19 Who was it took my guilt away? "Tis Jesus. Who was it taught my soul to pray? 'Twas Jesus. 20 Who was it died on Calv'ry's tree? Am I a Believer? 'Twas Jesus 1 AM I a believer? How came that about? 2 Am I a believer? Why surely 'tis so; It was not the case indeed some years ago, 3 Am I a believer? What do I believe? There's thousands and thousands satan does deceive, 4 Am I a believer? If that be the case, Had I not been redeem'd by Christ from the fall. 5 Am I a believer? I do think I am? For I can rejoice in redemption's sweet plan, This just suits the man that has nothing to pay.' |