Homeless was my blessed Saviour,
    Patient, too, mid all his grief;
Why be downcast, sad, desponding,
    When he’ll freely give relief?

Oh, ’tis not that I am homeless,
    Nor that I am suffering pain;
But my Saviour seems hid from me,
    And my hope does not sustain.

I would daily have the witness,
    That my dear Redeemer lives;
That he’s interceding for me,
    And my every blessing gives.

Live then for this blest approval,
    Not one sin allow a place;
God commands us to be holy,
    While we run the Christian race.

He is holy who hath called you;
    So be ye, in word and deed;
To enjoy the Saviour’s presence,
    We must to our ways take heed.

None can have this full salvation,
    While to one known sin a slave;
Jesus came to free and pardon,
    And from sin his people save.

Fearless then go forth to battle,
    Conquering sin through Christ the Lord;
He’ll assist while we’re obedient
    To the teachings of his word.

Glorious conquests have been witnessed;
    God for ever is the same;
We may all be strong and mighty,
    Through his great and holy name.

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