HYMN 37. The voice of the Turtle heard in our Land.
1
Thy precious Blood was shed, O Lord,
my soul to purge from Sin;
Which purchas'd Grace my soul to change,
when shall this work begin:
2
In sinners hearts, O now impart,
that Grace that they may sing:
O own thy word, most holy Lord,
our God, and gracious King!
3
The harmless Turtle's pleasant voice
is heard, Lord, in this place;
Let Fig-trees put forth their green Figs,
young Converts deck with Grace.
4
Arouse! the Summer will soon pass,
your day of grace will end;
O come to Christ, whilst he doth call,
and does his love commend!
5
See how the Saints do bud in Grace,
what gracious fruits abound,
Upon this liberty for all
to hear the joyful sound:
6
Arise, you who yet sleep in Sin,
make hast to come and live;
So shall you sing and joyful be,
and honour to Christ give.