Living and a Dead Faith
The Lord receives his highest praiseFrom humble minds and hearts sincere;While all the loud professor saysOffends the righteous Judge's ear.
To walk as children of the day,To mark the precepts' holy light,To wage the warfare, watch, and pray,Show who are pleasing in His sight.
Not words alone it cost the Lord,To purchase pardon for His own;Nor will a soul by grace restoredReturn the Saviour words alone.
With golden bells, the priestly vest,And rich pomegranates border'd round,The need of holiness expressed,And called for fruit as well as sound.
Easy indeed it were to reachA mansion in the courts above,If swelling words and fluent speechMight serve instead of faith and love.
But none shall gain the blissful place,Or God's unclouded glory see,Who talks of free and sovereign grace,Unless that grace has made him free!
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