CCCXLVII. The Privileges of Saints by the Blood of JESUS.

MY various Pow'rs, awake
To sound redeeming Grace;
To him, that wash'd us in his Blood,
Ascribe eternal Praise.

What tho' our Guilt appears
Dy'd in a Crimson Grain?
The Stream, that flows from Jesus' Side,
Shall purge away the Stain.

'Midst all our various Forms
We in this Center meet;
Our Hearts, cemented by his Blood,
Shall taste Communion sweet.

Then let us walk in Light,
Like Christ, whose Name we wear;
And, as the Pledge of endless Bliss,
Our Father's Image bear.