On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 34

Come let us rejoice In confident hope
Of hearing the Voice That raises us up,
All inwardly glorious, And holy, and clean,
And more than victorious O'er hell, earth, and sin.

The power of our Lord Doth all things subdue,
We shall by His word Be fashion'd anew;
Our souls and our bodies Shall bow to His reign,
The weakness of God is Far stronger than men.

Men, devils agree To tell us in vain
Poor sinners like thee Must always complain,
"My leanness, my leanness, My inbeing load,
The weakness of men is Far stronger than God."

But Jesus shall show His fulness of power,
And perfect below, And throughly restore
Our souls to His nature (If still we pursue)
And seal the new creature Eternally new.

The blood of the Lamb Shall wash our hearts clean,
His nature and name Is freedom from sin;
This is the foundation Immovably sure,
His mighty salvation Shall always endure.