Isaac Watts · 498 of 724

Hymn 140

Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n, And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to lust!

Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead; None but a living power unites To Christ the living head.

'Tis faith that changes all the heart; 'Tis faith tbat works by love; That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above.

'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell By a celestial power; This is the grace that shall prevail In the decisive hour.

[Faith must obey her Father's will, As well as trust his grace; A pard'ning God is jealous still For his own holiness.]

When from the curse he sets us free, He makes our natures clean; Nor would he send his Son to be The minister of sin.

[His Spirit purifies our frame, And seals our peace with God; Jesus and his salvation came By water and by blood.]