[Who feels as Christian must acknowledge this]
“Our soul is escaped even as a bird out of the snare of the fowler, the same
is broken and we are delivered.”
Who feels as Christian must acknowledge this,
That Christ is liberty, his love is bliss.
Soul once endangered, take thine airy flight
Far beyond regions of our mortal sight:
Far, far away when death and Hell are flown,
Will Christian spirits take their flight with one
More pure than air, more pure than azure sky,
More bright than sun.—The Son of Majesty
My trembling soul, O flutter thou within,
Hard, hard thy struggles 'gainst the snare of sin,
The fowler comes, O quickly, quickly gasp,
Rouse thee and flutter from his cruel grasp,
Away, away, the word is come and spoken,
Soul, soul away, the snare of death is broken.
O Lord above! to thee my soul is given,
Lord make me fit to fly from Earth to Heaven.
Give me the wings of pure celestial love,
Those which may bear me to the realms above;
The wings of Faith. Lord when I come to die,
May such be mine, and make my spirit fly.
O may they bear me happily along,
To sing in Heaven, my Great Redeemer's song—
Hosannah yea, Hosannah to the King,
Jehovah God of Love to thee I sing.
