That sweetly led me to the rock,
Where all salvation stands secure.
IV.
Glad, I forsook my righteous pride,
My moral, tarnish’d, sinful dress;
Exchang’d my loss away for Christ,
And found the robe of righteousness.
If your Lordship from your soul can sing thus, fear not that Jesus will leave you.
O unbelief, injurious bar,
Source of tormenting fruitless fear;