1 We've found the rock, the trav'ler cried
The stone that all the prophets try'd.
2 Come Christians drink the balmy dew,
'Twas Christ that shed it new for you.
3 This costly mixture cures the soul
Which sin and guilt has made so foul.
4 It makes me merry while I sing,
And shout Salvation to my King.
5 There's glory glory in my soul;
Come mourners see salvation roll;
6 I wish you would believe in God,
And sink into the purple flood.
7 O Christians we have Heav'n to day—night;
it shines around with dazzling ray—light:
8 And in this light we'll soar away
Where there's no night but endless day.
9 O then we'll blow the golden flute,
And praise the man that gain'd our suit:
10 Then Jesus in a shining vest,
Will smile and lead us up to rest!
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First Line: | We've found the rock, the trav'ler cried |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1801 |