A Small Collection of Hymns &c [by Edward Perronet] |
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Sure, though Slow, or a Thought on Is. xxviii. 16.
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Sure, though Slow, or a Thought on Is. xxviii. 16.
Swift be my zeal, but soft my pace,
That so I may throughout endure;
Nor court velocity of grace,
But as it makes my calling sure.
That so I may throughout endure;
Nor court velocity of grace,
But as it makes my calling sure.
On that meek foal, on which my Lord
Triumphant rode thro' Salem's gate,
May I with him my steps record,
And slowly for his coming wait.
Triumphant rode thro' Salem's gate,
May I with him my steps record,
And slowly for his coming wait.
They travel fast, however slow,
Who in the steps of Jesus tread;
And why should any wish to go
Faster than went their pattern head?
Who in the steps of Jesus tread;
And why should any wish to go
Faster than went their pattern head?
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He went his own, and we his pace,
Who follow here that tract unknown;
The path of faith's afflictive race,
Who bear the cross to wear the crown.
Who follow here that tract unknown;
The path of faith's afflictive race,
Who bear the cross to wear the crown.
Then with his saints who rode with him,
May we from Achor's vale ascend;
And hail'd the New Jerusalem,
Salute our everlasting friend!
May we from Achor's vale ascend;
And hail'd the New Jerusalem,
Salute our everlasting friend!
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