1 The Sinner that by precious Faith,
Has felt his Sins forgiv'n,
Is, from that Moment, pass'd from Death,
And seal'd an Heir of Heav'n.

2 Tho' thousand Snares enclose his Feet,
Not one shall hold him fast;
Whatever Dangers he may meet,
He shall get safe at last.

3 Not as the world the Saviour given,
He is no fickle Friend.
Whom once he Loves, he never leaves;
But loves him to the End.

4 The Spirit that would this Truth withstand,
Would pull God's Temple down,
Wrest Jesu's Sceptre from his Hand,
And spoil him of his Crown.

5 Satan might then full Vict'ry boast
The Church might wholly fall;
If one Believer may be lost,
It follows, so may all.

6 But Christ in ev'ry Age has prov'd
His Purchase firm and true,
If this Foundation be remov'd,
What shall the Righteous do?

7 Brethren by this your Claim abide,
This Title to your Bliss;
Whatever Loss you bear beside,
Oh, never give up this.