Sustaining Grace

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.